“Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.”
Your Presence washes over my spirit today and I know. Though I cannot see Your hand, I see that You’re opening doors for me. Though I can’t see Your face, I feel the warmth of Your smile.
If I could wrap my mind around You, You wouldn’t be God.
If You lived within the bounds of human comprehension, You wouldn’t be divine.
If You were something I could study and scientifically prove, You wouldn’t fill me with wonder.
But as the breeze proves its existence to me by playing with my hair, the tiny miracles surrounding me remind me that You’re alive and You are here.
And that is all of the mystery I need to know.