I often pass this barn travelling from school to school during my work days. Today I stopped. As I explored its different angles, I kept noticing the sky peeking through the broken rafters. My eyes were drawn upward in spite of the disrepair of the barn . . . up to the open air . . . up to the brilliant blue . . . up away from the decay and the dust . . . upward . . .
“I will lift my eyes . . .” Psalm 121:1