Each fall I look forward to the call of wild geese, marking the approach of autumn. When I heard the faint, eerie, unmistakable sound once again, I leapt up, shouting for my husband to come watch the wavering "V" in the sky.

We hurried out to the patio. He spotted the geese immediately. My dim eyesight could not see them. My husband has a hearing loss. He could not hear them. But together we enjoyed this beautiful message from God.