A Glorious Glimpse
My dogs and I take a walk in our neighborhood every day.
Our route is familiar as is our path down the street and around the pond. In the cattails that encircle the pond, distinct calls from red-winged blackbirds welcome us without fail.
One bright and beautiful morning I gasped as I neared the water. “Am I in Heaven?” I pondered. For a second or two, I felt I was.
A peaceful, foggy mist rose just a few feet away. I stood, transfixed on the path that now seemed to be paved in gold. Although it lasted mere moments, just long enough for me to photograph, it was a holy sight that continues to stir my soul.
I haven’t seen anything like it again. Yet, when I walk by that special spot, I smile and continue on, forever grateful for that glorious glimpse.
“…And the street of the city was pure gold, like transparent glass. And the city has no need of sun or moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and its lamp is the Lamb. By its light will the nations walk, and the kings of the earth will bring their glory into it, and its gates will never be shut by day—and there will be no night there. They will bring into it the glory and the honor of the nations. But nothing unclean will ever enter it, nor anyone who does what is detestable or false, but only those who are written in the Lamb’s book of life.” Rev. 21: 21-27
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