Tonight I sat out on the swing, watching the lake.

It was a chilly, overcast night. Heavy fog.

But beautiful, nonetheless.

I sat, feet swaying along to the movement. The methodical creaking of the chain.

I closed my eyes. Deep breaths filling my belly.

I’m a firm believer that God dwells in the chaos of life, of everything, really.

But. There is something to be said about stopping to find God in the silent spaces around us.

Tonight silence pervades.