Thursday, October 01, 2009

little ripples...

... I was recently reminded of a story a friend shared with me some time ago. She told me about how she remembered, as a little girl, waking up in the morning to find her father kneeling in the kitchen saying his morning prayers before any one else in the house woke up. She told me about the impression that left her with and to this day when she recalls her now deceased father, she immediately pictures him kneeling on the floor in the kitchen.

Funny how the simplest acts done with sincere piety and devotion, when you think no one is looking, effects so many people. I am sure in his quiet moments of prayer he was not thinking about how deeply his daughter would perceive what she witnessed, and that she would share his story decades later with a friend who would then in turn share his story with you...

5 comments:

Angela M. said...

You blessed my day with that story!

nazareth priest said...

This is something I have heard from others, as well.
My own memories of my grandparents, very saintly people, are still very fresh and vivid to me: reading the Bible with me, going to visit the elderly and sick, making faith very tangible and real.
I attribute my faith and vocation to these wonderful people, who, unfortunately, died before I could know them as an adult.
Thank you for this post.

Terry Nelson said...

I love stories like this - I would have loved to see my dad do that.

Donna said...

Beautiful, achingly beautiful. I recall my father, kneeling by his reclining chair, in prayer--many days. He died at age 45 when I was 16--of a coronary thrombosis. I'm so glad I have that memory of him. It will never, ever leave me.

Jet said...

hi carolina...

that's the image of Our Lady Mediatrix of All of Grace from Lipa, Philippines...

nice to see her in your blog...

greetings from the Philippines!