Holy moments are just that—moments when the Holy touches your life and then is gone.
I had a moment like that earlier this week. I watched my favorite, old tree turn golden as the morning sun warmed the day. The leaves danced to the ground like falling snow.
My golden, morning moment came and went. By the end of the week my tree looked ready for winter—naked and cold.
God is like that—casting his glow over my day and then letting me feel the bite of winter. Without the winter, I wouldn’t notice the glory of the golden leaves.
What have been your holy moments of golden leaves saved up for winter’s cold?
In Him together, Susan Gaddis