I go to open the garage door, and I brush my hand against a dead leaf. But it’s not a leaf. It’s a moth disguised as a leaf. I only know because it flutters for a moment, and I see its little mouth and eyes. I snap a photo and let it fly away.
It’s a moth! Look at how artfully disguised it is: The venation! The color! Even the crackled tips! How amazing! It’s exactly the color, shape, and visual texture of the leaves in our yard that I crush gleefully beneath my shoes.
How? Oh, how do such marvelous things come about?
I remember once again that this day comes at us in many forms, obvious and hidden. We look carefully because the thing before us might just be something else entirely.
It might be blessing disguised as something we do not want and couldn’t imagine. Look again. It’s not what you think it is. Some Great Hand has crafted this treasure that isn’t at all what we almost brushed away and crushed underfoot.