I sit and see the wind blowing through the trees, visible in the leaves moving, the boughs bending. I hear the rustle of the leaves, and the whoosh of the air moving. But wind is invisible. Not there to be seen. It can be felt, it can be heard. So it is with so much in our lives. The eividence of a phenomenon exists in the doing, in the feeling, in the hearing. But not actually, tangibly present.
That's all.
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I love those times that we are shown how awesome God's creations are...wind...also those times when it puts other parts of our lives into perspective.
Shine On!
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