When Goodness Washes Over You

In the eyes of a child, I saw goodness. In the eyes of my grandchild, I saw purity. It washed over me like the flow of a stream over stones. There was this feeling of being unworthy of the grace looking into my eyes, of knowing that that exact moment was imparted as a special gift—to remember. And so I share a feeling that all too often escapes the crowded and despairing headlines of day-to-day … Read more