Have you ever looked into the sky on a cloudy day and seen a break in the clouds where light cannot help but burst through–pouring through a sliver where the grayness would not hold–and imagined that with the golden streams of light a sudden trumpet blast would call you home to heaven?

Slow days in the box office give me lots of time to think . . . and read. Current reading listed above; another recall from my 5th grade days, but little did I know (until recently) that this book is accompanied by an entire series. Woohoo! More childhood memories. 🙂