Blessings on Blessings

It began at the processional. Funny term actually on this summer morning when we were running scant. No choir, no crucifer to follow. The procession of me! But it began there, with the first notes of the opening hymn. Falling into the Godspace. All else slid away. The long, long week. The struggles, the overbooked schedules, the meetings and worries left in their wake. Even the little frission of nerves that still comes with preaching. Especially THAT sermon. The longest day one. The one that I had at last decided was mostly okay, good in parts, with a pretty strong ending. But all of that was gone as if it had never even been. There was only the joy, the peace. The knowing that whatever had been, whatever was to be, it was all coming up there to the altar to be offered and celebrated, and it would all be well. And it was. All offered. All celebrated. All well.