I tend to blog whenever I’m in a slight emotional flux. I thought maybe I should blog when I’m also feeling normal, so here goes.
It was snowing this morning, and then the sun came out. The falling snowflakes caught the white-golden light, it was beautiful to see. People are kind, and smile at eachother as they walk by. Snow always falls white on the ground, and children are always born innocent.
Gerard Manley Hopkins is right–the Holy Ghost does brood like a mother hen over her chicks. “With warm breast, and bright wings.”
There are dramatic times, and not-so-dramatic times. Praise God for the ordinarly little things.