He's in the ordinary and the mundane and the painful and the unexpected. When we actively recognize him in everything and thank him for everything, we realize that his glory is ubiquitous and his creativity masterful. Here's to the details that shake us and make us look up. Waking up to the familiar lilt of Mom and Dad's voices rising up the stairs of my childhood home. The new, raw skin that emerges from torn hands. Fat snowflakes that silently meander to the ground. Running

Suddenly it's Lent again, and I find myself standing at the edge of a vast expanse of desert. Jesus has marked me with an ashen cross--to remind me who I am and whose I am--and now he beckons, calling me to follow him into the wide. As the last alleluia fades and the journey stretches out before me, I realize all over again how small I am and how fleeting my footprints are. There's nothing like facing the wasteland with dirt on your forehead to remind you where you've come f