I saw God behind the clouds.
Was he hiding? Not to
me.
His glory lit the edges of the gray clouds, framing their
density in a bright white border.
He wanted me to know that He could overwhelm even the
darkest of clouds.
I saw God up a tree.
He wasn’t finding squirrels or feeding burds. He was gently
moving the branches so the leaves would rustle in a low musical tone.
He wanted me to hear the music in His creation, even in a
simple tree.
I saw God down the street.
He wasn’t tall and strong, surrounded by angels or heralded
by trumpets.
He was a man walking towards me but stopping occasionally to
greet someone he knew, meet someone he didn’t and gently smile at those going
the other way in too much haste to say “Hello” back.
He wanted me to see Him in everyone I meet, whether they
reflected Him or not.
I saw God in the mirror.
Not an ethereal presence behind me, or a holy hand on my
shoulder.
I saw the nose perfected to embrace the aroma of his
creation; the ears formed to hear the power of His words; the lips shaped to
speak His praise and spread His Name; the eyes specially created to see everything
in relation to His and not earthly design.
He wanted me to experience the world He created, to know He
was in every cloud, every tree, every person, and even in me.
I saw God today…was it YOU?
