Double doozy...

And then...lo and behold...if Nepo doesn't say the same thing,

in today's reading, with different words, of course.

"Cracks of Light"

The human soul is to God is as the flower to the sun; it opens 

at its approach, and shuts when it withdraws.

Benjamin Whichcote

God, like the sun, emanates on all: on the hill exposed in the open, on the plant growing in the window, even on the weed getting cracks of light under the porch. The same source of spirit emanates on our different lives, regardless of our circumstance. Thus our experience and perception of God in the world may be limited and different, may even change, but that doesn't define or limit the Source.

And thought the sun appears to disappear every day, it is the Earth that turns away, causing night. Likewise, when it appears that God is nowhere to be found , it is we, in the turmoil of our lives, who turn away or are turned away and back, again and again.

But unlike weeds that grow under the porch, we can move back into the light.

It has been rather cloudy here lately.

Maybe my M.E. role right now is simply this:

to keep inviting my little buddy back into the Light, 

again and again, each day we are together.