It’s another new morning. Another new day. From the weather forecast, it looks like it’ll be the only blue-sky day for quite a while. But come grey skies, rain, or thunderclouds, there’s a ray of sunshine that nevertheless pierces the clouds. And that ray is love. That ray is hope. And that ray assures me that I will see blue skies once again… and that in fact the blue sky never leaves me, but is tucked snugly into a deep corner of my heart, my soul.
Heading out for morning mass now, and then to spend some time under blue skies. Beautiful blue skies.
~Committed to Bluer Skies~
Journey of the Heart 