Sacred Moment

A while ago, we had one of our PA winter snow (i.e. sleet) storms. The next day, as I was driving to a meeting for work, the sun had come out and was transforming the icy winterscape into a wonderland of diamonds.

A response slipped from my lips: "It's beautiful--thank you, God."

At that very moment, a sense that I was in the middle of a sacred moment made my breath catch and my soul tingle. It felt like something was suddenly right in the world.

What made this moment sacred?