This morning I woke up to the most amazing thing.  As I went out for my morning walk I knew it could be nothing other than grace.  After a record heat wave, an earthquake, a hurricane and two tropical storms dumping record amounts of rain, this morning light breezes blew through our DC neighborhood at 59 degrees.  And it was blessed relief.  Everything seemed to take notice.  The flowers seemed to rise up in their beds; flags unfurled their colors in the breeze; dogs trotted merrily; bugs ceased their continual chatter; birds lingered in the grass; and the mailman paused a moment and said “hello” to me!  The gentle, cooler breeze stroked my face, fingered my hair, challenged me to a light   sweater and revived my spirits.  It felt like home in Seattle!

A friend from Africa once told me that Americans are entirely too focused on the weather – when there is absolutely nothing we can do about it.  That may be, but today I just enjoyed it.  So, enjoy the breeze whenever it blows, for through it God’s Holy Spirit is touching our lives with a graced moment.  Just enjoy it.