The Texas Sky is also helping out this week! He drew my attention to this today, in the skies above our home—a broken Father’s heart. He loves us even more than we are capable of loving ourselves or one another!

We often think of our own grief but rarely His, as a ministry friend said to me this week. They are meant to work in tandem so ours get’s shaped more as and by His. I liked that way of putting it. Not denial of our pain, but it becoming an opportunity to be formed more deeply by His. Nice.

 Or, as one monk i’ve been reading lately who was particularly tuned into to listening to God through nature said, “Even when a sparrow falls, there is a ripple in heaven’s heart, even more when an angel, or saint passes. We are engulfed in active expressive care.” Nice.

Also these passion flowers exploded into bloom this week (first time I fell in love with them was on the Camino trail many of us walked together years ago in Spain—love their bombastic and exotic declaration of Life, so we planted them all over our fence!); they just popped on our land this week, made me feel fireworks of hope. None of us are ever left as orphans! Just a couple of His “thousand of thoughts daily” towards us today! It’s the little enormous things…