Donning my galoshes and umbrella in hand, I walked through the woods, along the river and by the dam to take some food to my very good friend and adopted Grandma. It was such an amazing walk. Because of the fog, everything seemed to shrouded in mystery and anticipation. When I started out, the visibility was very limited. I could only see just a few feet in front of me. When I gazed beyond, I could see very dim outlines of buildings and trees and because I knew the path well, I knew what was ahead. The sloshing of melting snow lapped at my ducky boots and I breathed in deeply the moisture and the quiet. All I could hear were the birds chirping and the river and the rushing of the water as I neared the dam.
I felt my soul some alive as I walked. Now and again, I saw bright splotches of red as the cardinals flitted from branch to branch. Amazing to me that within the fog, objects seemed sharper in color. The detail of each object stood loud in contrast to the white density of the fog. It was altogether unearthly, like I had stepped off into a fairy land. It is so difficult to describe my heart as it felt every nuance of the walk.
I began to imagine the feeling of being surrounded by the Presence and Glory of God as the fog enveloped me. There was nothing to see up ahead - all I could see, touch and hear was the spot that I was in at the moment. How powerful is His Presence and Glory when nothing else matters and is no longer felt or seen or heard - just the here and now - in the moment of Him. Wow!!!
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