Let me not short change the God of heavenly miracles. My vision is limited. I don’t understand how good things can happen. If left to my own musings, I would find a way to drown in olive oil. Whatever. But God has His own plan. His own plan is very, very good. His singularly good plan is as good as a fresh snowfall soothing the parched tongues of a flaming land. He is able. His first miracle is to save us. His second, to deepen our fragile lives by His love. Let me give over my heart to the hope of His miracles. Today, tomorrow – now and forever – God is working with a splash-down joy to lift us off the earth and take us home.