COME WITH THE MIST

COME WITH THE MIST

In the morning I wake up from the cold. I slept without a blanket. To warm my body, I went out of my house and trekked along the rush of coconut trees growing on the edge of the rice fields. And in front of me walked an old man who was guiding his bike and not wearing footwear. My heart was touched to see this situation. I feel HIS presence. Then the Lord will give rain for your land in its day, the first rain and the last rain, so that you may gather your wheat, your wine and your oil. Let us try earnestly to know the Lord. God must have appeared like a foggy dawn. God comes to us like rain at the end of the season that irrigates the earth.

 

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