Standing in the kitchen at the end of a long day, dinner simmering in the skillet, I happen to look out the window and a bright spot catches my eye.

The early evening light has caught the tips of some yellowing leaves, illuminating them like glimmers of gold.

“Are you listening? Do you see?”

That Still Small Voice, that I too often forget to listen for.

“I love you.”

I love You, too, Lord.  Thanks for reminding me.