God held my hand.

Love is not consolation. 

It is light.

-Friedrich Nietzche

It was 7pm last night when I quit work. As I walked away from my cubicle, I looked at my right hand, and it has light on it. The light was coming from the setting sun streaming through my office window. I stopped for a few moments, looked at my hand, turning it this way, and that way, fascinated by it like a little kid.

A smile came to my face, and a thought, God is holding my hand. Like a little kid, I felt held by a loving parent as we walked home. Like those Emmaus dudes, my heart was on fire!

How about you? When did you last feel God's presence? When did one or all of your senses remind you, Hey, God is with you?

Let us walk

in the Light

of the Lord!

Amen.