Driving home from my daughter's dance class, I was caught unawares by another California sunset. Huge, billowing clouds: lit from beneath and behind, a dazzling explosion of pink and orange, red and yellow. It had been a difficult day - disappointments, missed opportunities. But something about that sunset set me on a different path.
I can't help remembering Jesus showing up at that wedding in Cana and blowing their minds by turning water to wine. Do I prepare for the miraculous every day? Do I watch expectantly for the next wild thing God will do in my life? Not so much. I have to confess I take Jesus for granted, and clouds and sunsets, and cold water and good books.
At the end of a long week, I need some time with Jesus, kicking back on the porch and watching the stars, listening to the happy sounds of kids inside, drinking a glass of wine. He refuses to give up on me, this Jesus, refuses to judge me by my disappointments. We watch a cat dash up a tree. We listen for the barking of sea lions in the distance. Somehow Jesus is patient and restless, all at the same time. He makes me wonder if the miracle is my life.
