Revelations in the mist

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30 May 2004

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Revelations in the mist

By Jenny Hammond

A rose light filtered in through the window, waking me from sleep. From my bed I could behold the strange and beautiful light as my eyes encountered an opaque mist that was illuminated by the full moon, and which filled my room.

In the stillness and peace of the night I felt the touch of God in a unique way. The warmth of that rose-coloured light seemed to embrace me like the tender arms of God. Then, lying there, drinking in the moment, sleep blended with time.

I woke next morning to the early dawn, my eyes once again feasting on the scene from my window. The world outside was covered with a dense mist that swirled around, leaving a heavy dampness.

The privilege of such Godly encounters had revealed afresh God’s glory as my eager heart leapt at the possibility of renewal during my morning walk. “Yes, Lord, it will be good to be there with you; let us build a tent of security around a troubled world …”

Walking with visibility practically impossible, and, as the path came closer to the ocean, only the sound of the waves could be heard pounding the beach below. Unseen, living water, yet so ever-present and constant, just like God’s love for us. Coming towards me, out of the mist, were other walkers. Confident and secure, some held their heads high and would offer a greeting on this strangely beautiful morning. Others ambled along, lonely, heads dropped, closed, damp, empty.

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