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The Breath of God
At this time of year there is often a fog that forms overnight and in the morning everything is painted with a thin layer of frost. The smallest branches and pine needles are coated one by one - there are no clumps.
When I find it difficult to believe that God could possibly be mindful of so many individuals, I think of the fog and picture it as the Breath of God surrounding each of us and covering every aspect of our lives with Love.
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