I saw Jesus today.

He was a magnificent and beautiful hawk, large and graceful, that perched on a tree near one of my all-time favorite places to walk.

And then I saw him again, a beautiful spotted sparrow, whose minute details were so perfectly formed, so small and warm-looking, joining his voice with a chorus of other sparrows who looked just like him.

And then I saw him again, a tiny cluster of buds on a bush in the park.

And I heard his voice today: My grace is sufficient. That still, small voice at the center of my heart that said the same thing twice.

How marvelous!