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A Holy Moment
  Written by Paul Landis Delaune
 

     One evening recently, as I went from my bedroom into my livingroom, I paused as I looked
out my backdoor.  The sun was setting and it was beginning to get dark.  It was if a
giant shadow existed overeverything—its dark hue was soft on my eyes.
Above the brightness of the sun was slowly fading in sharp contrast to the twilight that clung
to everything below.  Within me, I felt stillness, peace, a holy moment.

     I am one who is drawn to the day.  In the morning when the sun is shining bright, energy
flows through my veins and I am eager to be about the things I do during the day.
Often it’s not long until a little voice whispers my name, calling me outside.
I try to ignore it as I continue on with whatever I’m doing, but that voice keeps
whispering to me: “Paul, come outside and play.”  “Paul, come outside so we can
play.”  So, I go outside and we play.
 
 
 

     Before I realize it, sunbeams are dancing all around me, like tiny fairies flitting about.
As I wander around, my shadow and sunshine play tag and hide ‘n’ seek.
The sun is my pal.  Everywhere I go, my pal goes.  And if I go into a store,
my pal always waits for me patiently. When I return outside, a warm hug always
greets me.  I love blue, sunny skies.  They make me smile.  They inspire me.
I love the beauty and warmth.

     There was a time I dreaded evenings and hated nightfall to come.  That was when
\I was plagued by insomnia and lying in bed at night was a chore.  Many a night I lay
awake thinking I would lose my mind if sleep continued to elude me, but I didn’t
lose my mind.  I got over the anxieties that made insomnia a curse in my life and
now I sleep peacefully at night.

     Twilight is a holy time.  It is a time of reverie, a time to pause, to enjoy the silence and
the softness on one’s eyes.  Nowadays when I experience the twilight of the
\day, I welcome it.  I honor it.  Just asthe day beckons to me, the night
does as well.  I am not a person of the night.  No, for me, night is time for
sleep and relishing the feel of my bed.  The night is a time
full of mysteries.  I leave these mysteries for others as I sleep and dream.
In the morn, another twilight comes, another holy moment.

     Holy moments.  In a world that has forgotten its holiness, I cherish these.
They remind me of the holiness in me.  We live in a world that largely
believes holiness comes from outside of ourselves, yet we fail to realize being
created in the image of God means everything we could possibly
need—love, unity, power, glory, abundance, salvation—lies
within us.  We need do nothing but realize it and it comes into our awareness.
Holy moments.  For you and for me.