On my run on Friday, I was captivated by the simple beauty of petals floating in my path ahead, driven from a cherry tree by a breeze I couldn’t even feel from where I was standing 20 yards away. Because I was running and meditating with Rev Wellness, my mind searched for God in it. What it said to me was the Spirit is the wind, and the petals are His saints - moving where he takes them. And my deepest urge, with the saints and with the petals, is to get right in the midst of them. To feel the wind too. I’m literally running toward it!

Ps. 16:3 As for the saints in the land, they are the excellent ones in whom is all my delight.