“It is so lovely to see a family enjoying their time together.”
I watched the woman walk out the restaurant doors, still feeling where she had placed her hand on my shoulder. I didn’t know whether to laugh, or cry at the beautiful compliment she had just gifted me… us. Had she seen us on most any other night, most any other restaurant, we most likely would have been fighting with our daughter to put down her media and talk to us…. Say something of her day… share some small bit of herself before taking back up the game / video / photo she was so engaged in. We, my husband and I, would have given up, eventually, forcing ourselves to appreciate the time together with each other, if not as a family.
But no… on this night, what she saw was real. We were all talking and sharing and laughing and celebrating our day. And we were enjoying it and not thinking about it.
Which was the true us, then?
My mind flashes back to the sermon my church pastor delivered last Sunday. As always, it was beautifully written. But in this case the words reached deep down into me and made sense of my world on a micro and macro level; because he said, “we are remembered by God.” And in this remembrance we are loved and God’s mercy provides forgiveness.
Pope Francis has called on this to be the Year of Mercy in the Catholic Church and already I have felt the healing power of that gift. Because, although we may not get it right every time, God remembers all of the times we tried, and the times we do.
May this Holy Season bring you, your families, and our world, much peace and joy.
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