The sky this morning makes me certain.
Certain of God.
The sky, barely sunlit, so soft this morning makes me certain that God is intentional.
Look up, Lisa. Refer to me for the day’s instruction.
A soft beckoning, a reminder of grace.
Yes, I’ve decided, the way of creation is intentional.
The decay of old underfoot making what God’s nature intends for new.
The sky so big, so wide, so deeply open to interpret.
So soft this morning
Look. Look again.
And then again.
Grace is still for you.
Be hopeful today.
Look forward to the turning, the next bend in your road that’s not lonely at all.
Rather, open to optimal reflection.
Ease your mind, there’s still time.
The way of your steps bordered by steady and unrelenting grace.
Continue and believe.
I made heaven and earth. I’ve got you covered, nurtured, safe and hemmed in by mercy. I’m everywhere. Don’t forget to notice.