When I arrived early to church today, the parking lot was almost full. I figured there was probably First Communions. I was right. There were little girls in their white dresses and veils and gloves and little boys in white suits or black suits. The children sat with their families in the church pews, but all lined up when it was time for Holy Communion so they could receive first. After they received, they went back to their seats and were greeted with hugs and tears. I was teary too on their behalf. After Mass, I visited my friend again. Her mother was again awake when I got there. I asked if she would like to pray and she said yes. I asked if she would like to do the Divine Mercy or the Rosary. She answered the rosary. I prayed out loud and she again closed her eyes, but moved her lips to the prayers. When I said “Amen” at the end, she opened her eyes and managed to make the sign of the cross. I told her about the First Communions at Mass with the little girls in their white dresses and veils and gloves. “And shoes”, she added. I agreed and remarked that they were like a little bride of Christ. It then occurred to me that so was the woman lying in the bed, waiting to go home and meet Jesus. It was a beautiful glimpse of what is to come. Neither of us spoke, but perhaps she was thinking the same thing.

I Found God today in the image of a bride of Christ.