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Something good about a trip to the grocery store after 22:00. Feels clandestine; a certain cameraderie develops between shoppers and workers alike. We're separate from the world of people tucked away in their beds.

Don't laugh (especially you), but I think part of my joy tonight was in feeling normal for a while. Maybe it's not a choice between normal and weird after all, but a dynamic tension between the two? Whatever the case, it was nice. The thing with both, normal and weird, is to accept them as gifts, hold them with a loose grip, and let my life go as He leads.

Walking in the rain tonight, I looked up. Usually I keep my head down, but something in my mood made me want to raise my eyes and smile, letting the droplets shower my face and seeing if somehow I might glimpse their Sender. My blinking eyes came to rest instead on a spot in the sky where, some months ago, I saw the most spectacular shooting star ever— a near-fireball of light streaking to earth. Supertitions hold no place for me, yet I wished all the same. The raindrops and the shooting star were sent by the same God, and that filled the sky as full of hopes as rain.

And what is faith? Faith gives substance to our hopes, and makes us certain of realities we do not see.

—Hebrews 11:1


It's possible that any woman you see there shopping after 10:00 is on a "break" from her household. I know that is often the case for me. A chore becomes a getaway in public. If you see a woman in a store late at night wandering aimlessly, it's because she's feeling free again and doesn't quite know what to do with herself.
This was enjoyable to read. I've seen the same Greatness when lifting my head to showers of rain....