God's Paintbrush

Yesterday as I was walking, I saw ghostly shapes, looking as if they had been sketched in the pavement.

My rational brain says that what happened is that trees fell over, and dirt that was on the leaves turned to mud, which dried in the post hurricane days.

But my spiritual brain saw it as God's paintbrush, mud as paintbrush, leaves as paintbrush, pavement as paintbrush.  

My brain has seen other signals from God.  In the days after the hurricane, I saw that the bushes near the lake had started to bloom again.

I am vacillating between hope and despair in these post-hurricane days.  I am happy for signs that help me discern God's voice, calling me to hope.