Monday, March 24, 2025. 14.4*
Solar lights shine to lead the way to first light. A piece of moon hangs in the trees, waiting for morning. Underfoot, dirt thrown days ago for traction sounds like the crunching of little puddles turned to spiky ice in Georgia that we took delight in smashing while we waited for the school bus.
It happens suddenly today, the coming of light, the rose red sky bleeding through the crack of Monday. Thin ice atop the pond I won’t be stepping on. Zayne runs barking. Not sure if he is running from or running to get a better look at something; I didn’t see anything. There are things I choose to see that I can’t. I must be content with what is in front of me. Still, I keep on looking.
“On your feet now! Look toward the sea.”
He went, looked, and reported back, “I don’t see a thing.
“Keep looking,” said Elijah, “seven times if necessary.”
1 Kings 18:43 MSG
Photo: LJ Austin
