A gentle breeze surprised me today. Drifting across my hot sweaty face, the sudden pleasure of the refreshing air instinctively pulled my eyes up as if I expected to see the door opening and a good friend walking in accompanied by a whiff of air from the outside. The female ward was hot and had been growing unbearably stuffy as the afternoon hours ticked by. The warmth was bad but the stagnant humidity that dampened my clothes and prevented the heat from evaporating off my skin was even worse; it spoke a story of woe far hotter than the thermometer’s current proclamation. Having grown accustomed to the feeling of sweat dripping down my legs and beading on my forehead, I hadn’t considered it all day until that gentle breeze flickered past, catching my attention and my imagination. Where had it come from? Where was it going? What subtle message was being carried on the wings of such a sweet wind? My feverish face relaxed and then smiled in response to that benevolent breath and my spirit quietly lifted as well. Joy began to swell up in my heart as I sensed the sweetness of God's presence caressing my soul, reminding me that though my eyes could not see him, he was there.
“Yet when he comes near, I cannot see him. When he moves by, I do not see him go.”