Mamacita says: When my children were little, they called these ‘heavenly rays,’ and for heavenly rays to appear, it meant that there were miracles afoot.
I spent the afternoon in court – I’m not in trouble; I’m a CASA – and it left me kind of depressed and sad. On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store and had to count out change from the bottom of my purse to complete the transaction. I’m sure all those people in line behind me didn’t mind a bit.
As I loaded my few bags of groceries into the trunk of my car, it started to rain. By the time I finished, it was coming down pretty hard.
By the time I got home, it was barely sprinkling. As I unloaded my car, the sun came back out. I know there must have been a rainbow somewhere, because this kind of weather is rainbow fodder, but I couldn’t find one. Just knowing there might be one is still lovely, though, right?
But I did see heavenly rays.
Those sunburst things up there, those, In case you didn’t know, are heavenly rays.
Sometimes hope will appear in the midst of sadness, frustration, and even mundane activity. I had a difficult day and I was unloading my car and I looked up and saw heavenly rays. There are miracles afoot.
We are, of course, not allowed to choose our miracles, and even if we could, it would probably not be a good idea. We would not choose wisely, even if we thought we were being wise. Miracle selection is best left to the Expert.
Even if I did choose and got my wish, my problems would not be any better, but right now, my problems are the least of my worries.
Look up, everyone. Look up. Look at the heavenly rays. There are miracles afoot.