We stopped for hot fuel the other evening when I was out flying with my aviators, and as everyone except the pilots must leave the aircraft, I found myself once again waiting by some HESCO barriers while the refuelers did their thing.
I couldn't help but notice some really lovely flowers blooming amidst the gravel.
Amidst the noise of the aircraft's engines, and the heat of the late afternoon, the beauty of these blossoms seemed to indicate, as my friend Brian used to say, that God was showing off again.
Blessings and peace to one and all,
Fr. Tim, SJ