There is a first time for everything.
I have been completely unable to fix on a visual representation of the "something I want to remember" from Sunday.
Things which happen externally involve tangible objects, and provide images from which I can pick and choose.
But, when I am surrounded by hundreds of other people on Sunday mornings, each possessing a measure of the Spirit of God, things often happen internally for which there are no earthly images.
I have notes, and I'm keeping the eyes of my heart open, but I'm really stuck.
Meanwhile, here is the Inchie for...
...Tuesday's tangible goodness.