The buttermilk sky outside my window reminds me that I can’t predict what gifts of beauty the world will spin up each day to delight me. I grew up under the ever-changing skies of South Louisiana, where the unpredictable rain trained us to always keep an eye on the state of the clouds. Spending my adult years in Southern California’s nearly cloudless skies, I have missed the grandeur of the ever-changing patterns of clouds and shades of blue and grey. Today I start my day delighted at the picturesque sky, grateful for the surprise of God’s art on display.
I am thankful that today is a long work day. The last three days, I’ve had the privilege and the joy of being of service to neighbors and friends. I am looking forward to uninterrupted work and crossing lots of small and long-neglected items off my list, so I can clear my desk and mind for a new project.
Thanks, all, for being part of this grand group!