Stop and look up... Appreciate the wonder that is your life.

The eastern sky displayed a palette of pinks and reds this morning as I drove J to work.  Yesterday, as I ran a five mile loop from home, I noticed how white the snow is when it is cloudy.  I tried to talk with God as I pumped my legs up and down the numerous hills, but I was not able to; not directly anyways.  I did, however, feel the wind as it brushed past my face, carrying little snow flakes that wondered about my eyes and ears.  I often feel that God talks with me using wind as his voice, and if I turn my head in just the right way, I can hear him in both ears.  "When I ask you a question, how can I distinguish my responses from yours" I asked.  I knew, of course, that my question was rhetorical.  Unless of course, the snow banks parted before me and a voice boomed out from the heavens "Because I said so".