Boys with bug nets and rubber boots.
Hands releasing milkweed fluff.
Hair a halo of gold.
It's twilight out here in the tallgrass, and I'm remembering Ann Voskamp's words as the sun sinks behind the cottonwood:
"Make every moment a cathedral giving glory...And it is eucharisteo curving the moment into a cupola of grace, an architecture of holiness -- a place for God. Thanks makes now a sanctuary. And I take my vows: I will not desecrate this moment with ignorant hurry or sordid ingratitude. I will be Jacob, and I will name this moment the 'house of God.'" (One Thousand Gifts)
For I have seen God face to face... (Genesis 32:30)
Stop. Breath in, breath out. And look. He is there.
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