A Hymn In The Blue

A delicate feather rests on a rain-soaked pavement, illuminated by sunlight breaking through the clouds, while the reflection of a church tower shimmers in the background.

The morning started gray—rain falling steady, clouds pressed low. But just for a moment, rays of sunlight slipped through, casting a soft glow across the pavement. A small break in the sky revealed a patch of blue, almost hesitant in its arrival. It was fleeting, but enough to stir something in me. A quiet reminder that even in heavy moments, light still knows how to find its way through.

By lunchtime, the rain had cleared. The sky had opened wide, blue stretching across the horizon like a fresh breath. Then the church bells began to ring.

How Great Thou Art

The sound rose above the rooftops, filled the air, and for a few minutes, time didn’t rush. There was no agenda, no noise, no fight to hold it all together. Just the music, the sunlight, and the gentle weight of something greater—something sacred—making itself known.

I don’t always know what to make of signs. But today, it felt like one.

A reminder that light does return. That beauty still dares to show up.

That grace—if we let it—can find us even when the world feels uncertain.

Sometimes hope doesn’t roar.

Sometimes it rings out softly,

in a hymn,

under a clearing sky.