Dinner dishes done. Kids tucked away under their covers - all three, just dozed off. Yes, I’m living the life.

It was just me ’n God snuggled up by the fireplace. I didn’t want to ruin the moment with my usual prayers asking for this and that - too pushy. I wasn’t feeling like doing the “count my blessings” thing - too mushy. I did feel like quieting my mind, stilling my heart, enjoying my holy companion.

So I closed my eyes, because somehow I have an easier time finding God behind my eyelids. I took deep breaths, because thoughtful breathing reminds me of the gift of life I receive over and over again every single second. And finally I did with God what the hippies claimed to do with nature back in the 70’s - I communed with my Creator.

Ten minutes in, my husband called me from the bedroom; “Come watch this with me.” The spell was broken.

I got up from the floor pillows, and quietly thought, “‘till next time…” As I climbed the stairs I carried with me the sacred satisfaction I felt by having my cuddle session with the Lord.

It was time for ordinary things; the t.v. tuned to Netflix, picking up the laundry from the bedroom floor and changing into my nightgown. I was ready for it. Full attention to the man I married, who after all these years I still love and admire. This guy who makes me laugh, who knows what makes me tick, who is ever patient with me.

I climbed in to the bed next to him, we held hands, watched our show, and experienced the grace of God.

by Susan Diamond

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