lit from within

Thalia’s spring-loaded heart headband danced with each hiccup.

Urania rolled her eyes and grumbled under her breath, “Stupid hearts and flowers holiday.” She thrust a glass of water toward Tal. “Here. Drink this.”

“We like the cake and candy though! I wonder…” Calliope ruffled her fingers through Nia’s too-long-too-thick grey fluff, “… Do you know… you fool no one with your bluster. Your actions ooze love.”

Does God speak to us through what happens in our lives?
And if so, how do we answer?

This morning Cal entered “love” into the search bar of Typist’s photo album.
The responses were heart warming.