The sunset has gone and now we are faced with a glow from the sun. The colours are subtle and charming, and I must stop gazing at them whilst I drive. The smudges almost seem like they are on the lens, but they are not. A streak of bright light is trickling down the sky. What this is I do not know, but it reminded me of a tear. A tear from God.

Simply we are called to serve, but sometimes I feel not worthy. Like Moses, like Gideon, like many that have gone before we feel unworthy to be chosen by God, but we are all called, we are all chosen, not just the few. What so many have given up and sacrificed for us to be here. Parents, grandparents, friends, Jesus, God.