Images from yesterday at low tide.
A couple of days ago, someone dialed a wrong number and left a voice message on my cell phone not intended for me. It happens from time to time; I’m sure you get them, too. This one made me ache; it was a long message from a mother to her adult daughter, at once up beat and newsy, and filled with want, and loneliness; with ‘I’m sure you’re busy, but if you have a minute sometime, I’d love to hear from you.’
At church today, during the prayers of the people someone said a beautiful, eloquent prayer for her adult daughter in her last month of her pregnancy. She prayed that her daughter, who was feeling large and slow, would feel a lightness of heart.