The full moon hung like a shining, golden medallion over the horizon. I could hardly take my eyes off it as I carried my recycling to the end of the driveway for next morning’s pickup. As I stopped to admire its beauty, I heard my neighbor’s voice from down the road, “Do you see the moon?” Yes, I said. It’s beautiful! Fascinated by what I was seeing I hadn’t noticed one of my neighbors was also taking out his recycling. Have you ever felt sharing an experience with someone else made it even more special? That’s how I felt when I heard my neighbor’s voice. No more was said; no more needed to be said. It was just a moment—two people appreciating the beauty of God’s handiwork.
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Briefly Speaking is full of hope and encouragement--that's my goal. I'm a professional writer who promises you sometimes funny, sometimes thought-provoking comment on my life in horse country in north Texas and on what's happening in the world at large. View all posts by Sheila Graham