Right at dusk, in that in-between time as the sun surrenders the sky to the moon, leaving a soft, greyish blue light over the grass and the creek trickling through the backyard, something magical happens here in Austin.


Or lightening bugs…name?? When we realized that it wasn’t just some weird play of reflections on our glass door, we stopped the rush of getting kids to bed, cleaning up dinner dishes, and fell in love with our amazing, weedy, no grass, backyard 50 times more than we already were. We sat watching for at least an hour.
Now every evening I leave the blinds open past the time that passers-by can see in our window, to witness God’s magic and beauty yet again.

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