The day after Easter I woke to one of those dawns that has to speak for itself.
It started slowly.
Entranced, I kept watching. Beams of light shot out from behind the clouds.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, the light triangulated. I looked around. Was I the only one watching this? I began to get overwhelmed. Was God putting on a light show for me alone? Come to me, God promises, and I will show you great and wonderful things you do not know.
I stopped texting phone photos to daughter and boyfriend and kept my real camera fixed on the light. It was changing by the second now, and if I’d taken my eyes off it I might have missed something. I drew closer.