And then I hear a tui sing ...
or smell the fragrance of a daphne flower ...
or read the words of a fellow pilgrim ...
and I catch a passing glimpse.
I read these words by Frederick Buechner,
"Faith is homesickness.
Faith is a lump in the throat.
Faith is less a position on than a movement toward,
less a sure thing than a hunch.
Faith is waiting.
Faith is journeying through space and time."
May our faith be enriched by the abundance around us today.