One of my special blogging friends, Karinann, hosts this meme every Friday. It is called Touch of Our Savior's Hand and we participate by posting about the time or times we experienced Jesus' presence in our lives this past week. Why not join us? You can submit your own post and link to Karinann's blog called Blessings for the Day. Karinann, thank you for your inspiring posts and for this meme which helps me pay more attention to Jesus' presence in my everyday life.
Last week I blogged about attending a Mass on Wednesday for victims of sexual abuse. That same day, I also attended my grandson's Confirmation. 2 Masses that day, both celebrated by the Bishop. A day of deep meaning for me.
Last week I blogged about attending a Mass on Wednesday for victims of sexual abuse. That same day, I also attended my grandson's Confirmation. 2 Masses that day, both celebrated by the Bishop. A day of deep meaning for me.
I decided to wear jeans that day. I rarely wear jeans to Mass. Maybe in cold weather, but not very often. To wear jeans to these two special Masses is rather out of character for me. But I couldn't seem to shake the thought that I needed to wear them. And so I did.
Later that night, I was trying to catch up on reading some blogs I follow, including some from survivors of child sexual abuse. One survivor wrote about April being Sexual Assault Awareness Month. I knew it was Prevention of Child Abuse Month. I did not know it was Sexual Assault Awareness Month, too.
Then this blogger wrote that she hoped people would be wearing Denim that day - Wednesday - because that was Denim Day. Everyone was supposed to wear denim to support victims of sexual assault.
What day did I wear jeans to two Masses, including one said for victims of child abuse? Wednesday, of course.
A God-incidence! At first, all I could do was laugh. God has such a sense of humor. But then I began to question myself. Maybe it was not really a God moment. Why would God care if I wore jeans or not on Denim Day? Seems like such a little thing.But then it hit me.
Maybe He knew that I would care. Maybe He knew that it was not such a little thing to me.
























