We began our search for the Mystery as children, feeling a wild rush of a supportive Presence hovering near. We noticed, more than simple happenstance, a breeze, a falling leaf, a lake wave – and we were certain something blessed had passed by. We shivered a knowing, heard a familiar breath, and we could not turn away, but were drawn in, and we began to shadow the Holy.
He shadows us in return. Encouraging and waiting, with full knowing He breathes, and we know, we trust, we believe.
Often, the daily tremors of the Holy Spirit mark our way to His wisdom. We sit knowing that something powerful, some wild freedom of the Almighty is on the move.
Notice His presence.
Go to bed.