I started my morning today by weeding the stand of weeds in the back of my garden, I wanted to stop and look at all my flowers first, but I live in Mississippi, and I know from  years of doing garden choresin the scorching heat that I HAD to do some weeding first, As I have said before, I am trying to learn to listen for the voice of God, and this morning, I discovered that God can speak to me while I’m working.

Yesterday, I read that perhaps the worst kind of narcisssist is a spiritual one, and I began reflecting on my recent flurry of devotional videos. I thought to myself: “Good Grief! I hope that folks don’t think that my videos are evolving from my own narcissism. Far from that, my videos are my thoughts as I seek to find a few spiritual answers,

After about an hour of chewing on that nougat of truth, I began working my way back to my back porch, and as soon as I turned a corner, I saw the following:

God’s Light peering into my garden today

For many years, I have labeled the above type of lighting: God’s light.I consider it a bit of a miracle when I spy God’s light shining somewhere that I can see.  This morning, I think God was speaking to me–again–via His light.

After seeing God’s light in my garden this morning, I continued to my back door and walked to my Morning Chair, where I intended to begin reading my copy of Lamott’s book: Help, Thanks, Wow, and you can bet that God continued to speak to me:

I randomly opened the book, and the following were the first words that struck my eyes: “In prayer, I see the suffering bathed as light.” Lamott, pg. 16.