Brought to you by:

I wish I could give you the details.
I’m a little hazy on them myself.
I can tell you that today was brought on entirely by prayer.
It wasn’t the words, God knows, nor the miniscule, mustard-seed faith that wrote them.
It was something subtle, something sacramental.
God reaching through the universe to say,
“I hear you. I see you. Here, this day is my gift to you.”
This is the day that the Lord has made, and I am bewildered, and awestruck, and thankful.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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