Five-year-old Sophie adjusted her angel wings while her grandmother, Mrs. Ellis, helped secure the glittering halo. “Grammy, why do I have to be an angel? Everyone else is being a superhero!”
Mrs. Ellis smiled, remembering her own childhood Halloweens. “You know, sweet pea, ‘hallowed’ means something is special and sacred—like when we pray, ‘hallowed be thy name’ in church. And angels remind us of that.”
Sophie’s face glowed with love for her grandmother. “Like how you’re special to me, Grammy?”
“Exactly! And you know what? Halloween comes from All Hallows’ Eve—a time when people remember what’s sacred to them.” Mrs. Ellis adjusted Sophie’s wings. “Some people think Halloween is just about candy and costumes, but it can remind us to treasure what’s special—like the time we spend together.”
Later that evening, as Sophie proudly showed off her costume at the church’s Trunk-or-Treat, the little angel stopped at each car, not just for candy but to introduce her grandmother to everyone she met. “This is my Grammy,” Sophie announced repeatedly, beaming. “She’s hallowed to me!”
Sometimes the holiest moments wear costumes we don’t expect. Through a child’s pure heart, we’re reminded that hallowing God’s name isn’t just about sacred words—it’s about recognizing the divine in our everyday connections, even in an angel with mismatched socks and a slightly crooked halo.
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Pray then in this way: Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. – Matthew 6:9
This story is very close to my heart. Thanks for your touching stories.
A beautiful reminder of those special people and moments that are hallowed to us.
There is something special in a grandparent taking the time to teach about grace…
This is beautiful work and I’ll be thinking of it tonight as I take my grandson
out for “trunk or treat.”
Absolutely beautiful!!