Hallowed be thy name

Our Father. Who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name.
He invited us to lunch, invitations coming through our dear sister in the Lord, in a setting as near to heaven as one encounters on earth. Three arch bay, sharp jagged rocks thrusting skyward from the ocean bed, waves crashing, tides returning, fine sand hot underfoot.
We sat at a table, beautifully laid with love, and ate salad and sparkling water and pumpkin dessert, lovingly made by caring hands.
We sat down, some as strangers to each other, one or two linkings fashioning the whole. The synergy of the new relationships. The joy of exploring Jesus in our midst. The ineffable beauty of prayer together as we listened and shared from the heart.
We stood up again, dried our faces, laughed and hugged, hugged and laughed. This is thanksgiving week, and we embarked on it in a beautiful way.
Hallowed be thy name. Thank you Jesus for the oasis. Bless your holy name.