I noticed her again at church.  Sitting alone and with a blank expression.  It could have meant anything, but I guess from her body language, I assumed she was alone.  There was no one sitting with her, and expression seemed sad.  I missed her one Sunday, as I wanted to shake her hand after service, but she was gone before I could speak with her.  This Sunday was different.  It was time to greet people, and I had again forgotten about that haunted look.  Greeting time was almost over when I remembered, or was reminded as I like to think.  I moved from my spot and walked over and shook her hand and introduced myself.  Her face lit up and I was gifted by a very lovely smile.  It was just a moment and then it was gone.  I saw her later and she was speaking with a gentleman after the service.  Maybe she wasn’t as alone as I thought? 

It was then I wondered if the moment wasn’t really for her at all, maybe it had been just for me?  An exercise in wholeness, where a still small voice prompted me from hearing to doing.