I was driving, praying and crying out to the Lord
concerning trials friends and family are experiencing.
As I entered a small valley,
the glory of the Lord shone around
and I felt His comforting presence.
The gloomy and gray winter fog had lifted,
revealing the Cascade silhouette.
The bright sun sparkled the grass,
the trees and the shrubs
the Lord had frosted with His breath.
We mark our existence in the cold by exhaling
a puffy cloud of our breath.
A simple thrill, I still exclaim,
"Look, I can see my breath!"
We can see the Lord's breath in the cold, too.
"By the breath of God frost is given..."
He had walked before me that morning,
leaving evidence of His nearness on His creation.
The path was marked with His breath,
And the breath of the Almighty gives me life.