April 27

When I sauntered into the bedroom late this afternoon, something felt different. At first, I wasn't sure what it was. Did I move the laundry to a new spot? Was the bed missing a pillow? And then it hit me: the sun was out and its rays had warmed and illuminated the carpet beneath my feet.

It had been, up until that moment, a rather dreary weekend that featured plentiful clouds and even the occasional spitter-spatter of raindrops. And my mood mostly mirrored the weather. 

So that unexpected sunlight this evening was a welcome surprise. And it made me think: even though I'd missed the sun all weekend and longed to see it break through the clouds, I almost missed it when it actually did what I wanted it to do. Isn't that crazy? 

It served as a reminder to keep vigilant; to really pay attention to what's going on around me because I don't want to miss the moments when prayers are answered.