It is quiet as I meditate. For me, Fall is a season of hope, and I am looking forward to it, yet not wanting to miss the miracles of summer that still wait to be revealed to me. Wonder uncovers what is hidden in miracle, and people’s lives around me that are filled with wonder are living out the miracles in joyful celebration. I am reminded of the words, “I lift up my eyes to the hills,” and this upward gaze grounds me between heaven and earth. Wonder breaks into this “in between” and removes the veils that cover over the miracles that have arrived here before me, waiting my arrival. Miracles spend their time waiting to happen. When my journey intersects with the miracle it makes the present real and transformative. I pray for this meeting of wonder and miracle each moment.