Why it happened right then, when she turned toward the stack of dishes on the counters, the squash peeling and apple cores and crusted pots, she had no idea.
No idea why it came right then, in the midst of kids and mess and loud, like a coming around:
How when you are turned away from God, life turns ugly — but when you are turned toward the love of God, life turns lovelier.
She could feel that in her — His love making impossible things lovely.
She turned the tap on. Turned in the whirl toward the dishes.
Turned toward it again, like Mary on that donkey turning toward Bethlehem — how every Christmas miracle begins with a turning of direction.
Spurgeon had said it and she thought of it there at the sink, her hands dipping into hot water:
“To a man who lives unto God nothing is secular, everything is sacred….