Some moments never really pass.
They follow us.
A river at daylight. Fog on the Neches. Bacon in a skillet. Coffee on the stove. My father’s hands preparing breakfast while the world was still quiet.
At the time, it felt ordinary.
Now I know it was holy.
God was shaping me in moments I did not yet understand. Love was being planted. Memory was becoming inheritance.
Some echoes remind us where we came from.
Others remind us that Jesus was there all along.
“Every good and perfect gift is from above.”
James 1:17
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John Hargrove Seeking Truth and Reality 