Last night, with all the children in bed and my dear husband not yet home, I sat on our couch in the dark, watching the moon rise over empty fields. Its warm yellow light flowed into the dusky living room, slipping between shadowy chairs and through the leaves of my potted ficus tree, glowing softly on the coffee table.
Then, in the background, the CD player paused and started Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus.
What magical moments of peace, praise, and beauty!