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water turning into wine

Oil pastels on board.

Logos2Go John 2.9 When the master of the feast had tasted the water that was made wine, and did not know where it came from (but the servants who had drawn the water knew) ...

starry starry night

We came home last night after dark. "The stars are out tonight!" said Valerie, as we walked up the drive.

Yes, they were. They were splashed across the sky in a virtuoso display of generosity.

"It's one of the pleasures of living out here," I said.

Even this short distance away from the artificial lights of urban Spokane, the night sky is un-embarrassing in its beauty.

Then I said as we walked into the house, against the inklings of creeping old age that seem to always be near my mind these days:

"We know nothing ... absolutely nothing about how any of this really works..."

And I had a vague sense of having something to look forward to.


Psalm 19.1-2 The heavens declare the glory of God; And the firmament shows His handiwork. Day unto day utters speech, And night unto night reveals knowledge.