One night the sky was looking angry and (I can’t remember why–some event? Planned firepit? Not sure) I didn’t want that so I sorta wished/prayed/gazed at it and, interestingly, it like changed in about 30 seconds. Which was good that night. But it got me thinking.
I got the title from the title of a book by John Piper (The Hidden Smile of God) I read about 20 years ago, which in turn came from a line in a poem by William Cowper.
