Light Mist

It's not really visible as you walk through it but you sense it is there. You can see it on your hair, on the windshield and you know by the cloud covering and perhaps even the aroma in the air.

God is like that - to me. I can't always see His work in my life. When I stop long enough in my day, I can see traces of His provision, His care, His love and works in the faces of people I meet, in grassy fields, in the sounds of children playing. I hear then, God speak tenderly to me. And to God, when we live the life, we are the aroma of Christ.