Aquamarine
Today a student, C., called while I was in my office. (This was unusual enough; more often I receive a text or facebook message.) Would I be there for a while longer, so that she might come by and show me a present for her mother's birthday?
When C. arrived, she had a large, steaming hot cup of jasmine tea, and it was important to her to share half with me. I divided the tea into two cups. C. presented the gift for her mother: a gorgeous yet simple, custom-made bracelet of aquamarine beads. I admired it (and quite honestly thought her mother was very lucky!) and thought it fun that C. wanted me to see it. But that's not why she stopped by.
The real reason for the visit was C.'s request that I bless the bracelet before she send it off. We went into the quiet church, stood at the baptismal font, and shared a lovely few minutes of prayer and blessing, complete with the sprinkling of holy water. Then we finished our tea, talked about her future and what it feels like to be truly inspired by someone, and she (and the aquamarine beads) were on their way to the post office. Moments like this come rarely, and I'm grateful for every one of them, for every time someone thinks that blessing makes a difference.
When C. arrived, she had a large, steaming hot cup of jasmine tea, and it was important to her to share half with me. I divided the tea into two cups. C. presented the gift for her mother: a gorgeous yet simple, custom-made bracelet of aquamarine beads. I admired it (and quite honestly thought her mother was very lucky!) and thought it fun that C. wanted me to see it. But that's not why she stopped by.
The real reason for the visit was C.'s request that I bless the bracelet before she send it off. We went into the quiet church, stood at the baptismal font, and shared a lovely few minutes of prayer and blessing, complete with the sprinkling of holy water. Then we finished our tea, talked about her future and what it feels like to be truly inspired by someone, and she (and the aquamarine beads) were on their way to the post office. Moments like this come rarely, and I'm grateful for every one of them, for every time someone thinks that blessing makes a difference.
posted by Raisin at
6:18 PM
1 Comments:
I love the way this took place at the baptismal font. Often we think of the altar as the location of blessing, but without what happens at the font we would not be able to receive the blessing at the altar. It's even better that the beads were aquamarine!
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