When I started meeting with a faithful group of women, we nicknamed ourselves “Halos” – partly because we would see each other and say, “HEY-LO!”, partly because we wanted to do some service projects together, partly because we agreed to pray for each other. Anyways, it seemed to fit. I was sad when I moved and no longer able to see them regularly. When one of the group got in a terrible car accident recently, I got updates from the others who were visiting her. One of the ladies sent a picture of a sign that read, “Halo Intensive Care Unit”. That seemed to fit too.

I Found God today in a little reminder of our connection.