And leaving the house a half-hour later, there was the nearly full moon, just a day or two on the wane, shining with a gem-like brilliance above the tree line as I reached the top of our street. And when I arrived on campus, she shone like a beacon directly between the tops of the trees just above the chapel roof, beside the soaring cross. Fifteen minutes later and I would have missed it.
Why is simple, full-hearted thankfulness so hard? The mind knows that He is sovereign, that even in the brokenness of this world, He is to be trusted. Yet the heart sighs and complains; and how many times must I miss the beauty He offers because I refuse to look?
Yesterday and this morning, the moon again in a clear just-lightening sky, shining her reflected light for us to see if we have eyes, to hear if we have ears.