I think we each have our own personal messenger sent to help us understand the world, our role and place in it.
Sometimes the messenger provides an easily solvable puzzle: your car stops working right outside the campus of a university that specializes in older students; a giant sale on donated designer baby and children clothes and instead of picking up dresses for your nieces, you end up at the cash with clothes for a baby boy.
Other times the messenger uses subtle methods. The way the light from a prism shimmers on the wall, the intricate nature of a snowflake, the delicacy of a monarch butterfly on milkweed. You are left to decode the message, tease out it’s meaning, close your eyes and see your world as the messenger does.
The messenger may seem pass us by, leaving only a trace, the slight smell of nutmeg after Christmas baking; the wisp of a cloud in a clear blue sky.
Open your mind and your heart, and you will hear your messenger whisper or shout. Your own personal messenger. Your guide. Your faith.