Messages from the Divine are Ever Clouded in Mystery

Last week I laid a fleece before the Lord. I washed the worst of the mud off my boots and determined that if they stayed clean, I could conclude that winter is over. That's important -- I look pretty eccentric commuting in boots -- I'd rather wear my regular shoes.

This week my boots are cleaner than ever. But the reason is that I've been wading through vast pools of standing water from the storms. The fleece is dry, but my shoes would be very wet indeed.

So what's the message? Simple: God is cleverer than me.