When I was at Santa Cruz last week, there was a moment when I was sitting on the beach, back against a rock, feeling the sun beating down on my body, and listening to the waves. I was absentmindedly running my fingers through the sand when I became conscious of that feeling and realized how really good it felt to have my fingers in the sand! It made me think, too, how much of my kids' lives revolve around touching and feeling, but mine really doesn't. So I vowed at that moment to figure out how to work some "sand play" and "feeling" into my life.
A few days later, I was reading my daily email from 5 Minutes for Faith. As I read the post for that day, A Moment of Grace, I got a chill and realized that those hugs from my kids are plentiful (most of the time!) now, but one day will not be as frequent or cuddly or unconditionally loving. It was a bittersweet moment. And I realized that that moment at the beach with my hands in the sand was some of God's grace as well. It was a beautiful moment.
Happy day!
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