Mysteriously Hugged

I'm convinced that God is in the wind. Or at least he can be.
Maybe it was the fact that I didn't wear enough layers and I got goose bumps from the chill...
Maybe it was the fact that I had minutes earlier accidentally run over a squirrel and was feeling incredibly bad about it.
Or maybe, just maybe ... God was in the wind.

I took a walk in the park and sat myself down on a bench near the man-made pond. And that's when the wind blew, and I felt Him. It was a gentle, loving reminder that He's here and He loves me. Perhaps He is always in the wind, but we are too busy to notice. But when you are still, and quiet, and near water for some reason, and you are alone... there He is. It's a beautiful thing.