little ripples…

… I was recently reminded of a story a friend shared with me some time ago. She told me about how she remembered, as a little girl, waking up in the morning to find her father kneeling in the kitchen saying his morning prayers before any one else in the house woke up. She told me about the impression that left her with and to this day when she recalls her now deceased father, she immediately pictures him kneeling on the floor in the kitchen.

Funny how the simplest acts done with sincere piety and devotion, when you think no one is looking, effects so many people. I am sure in his quiet moments of prayer he was not thinking about how deeply his daughter would perceive what she witnessed, and that she would share his story decades later with a friend who would then in turn share his story with you…