We live in an area that has needed rain.  The rain began today.  Although it is not a heavy rain, it is enough to soak Grandpa as he goes on his 30-minute power walk.  It is enough rain to dislodge some of the cobwebs, but not enough to tear them down.  As I look out the window, I see droplets of water hanging on to a single strand of spider silk.  They look like tiny bubbles bouncing in the wind.  There is a regularity or consistency that underlies the uncertainty of life that allows us to hold on, to hope.  That consistency allows us to mourn, to restore, and to go home again.  It allows us to lift up our heads to accept blessing and see bounty.  As you prepare for Thanksgiving, may you understand the source of joy.