Look around you and rejoice ... and wonder
My dad died last month. I loved that man. Deep, wide, and wonderful. Sometimes frustrating. Very intelligent.

Often I see God acting anonymously, but I don't realize it until later. At any given moment, I see an action or the result of an action. But I might not see the arc of the line drawn by that action or result: The point of the "accident." God has a plan. We just don't know what it is.

My peaceful action: I haven't been sleeping well for a while. Tonight as I lay in bed, I am going to imagine being held by God. In God's hands. Feeling the warmth of the hands that always hold me -- through all the "accidents," joyous and otherwise.