Some days are to be remembered. Not necessarily because something extraordinary happens, or because it's someone's birthday, or even because it has been really bad or something. Some days are just filled with little things that stirr the heart. And those days should be remembered.
Today was one of those days.
The weather was perfect. Cool, sunny, autmun-coloured.
I listened to a sermon on CD about God's centrality in our story, in the story of the world. It's not about us, it's about God. The speaker was so passionate, and so in love with God, I could feel my eyes welling up after about three minutes of listening to him. At one moment, he challenged the congregation to picture facing God. And to imagine Him saying two words to us: "well done". I realised I have a hard time believing He would say that to me...
I prayed with Marie, and listened to some of my favourite worship songs, singing along in worship.
I went to Church. When handing me the bread for communion, the pastor said "Thais, this is the body of Christ". Do you know how long it's been since I've heard someone say my name at communion? It is a detail, but it warmed my heart. I felt known. I love this church. The people, the way things are done, the way my heart is stirred.

Thanks God, for today.