~clouds are the dust of his feet~

when i was (much) younger and still treeplanting, my camp was moving north to the swanell logging camp on the ingenika river. the road had recently been improved which only meant the dust was thicker than ever. as i was turning onto the logging road from the highway, a logging truck blasted by me. i waited a bit for the dust to settle, then turned to join my convoy. i brought up the back of 5 or 6 pick-ups, trailers, and now a logging truck. i managed to stay a distance behind but as the trees closed in along the road, the dust hung in the air. of course you can imagine how quickly it becomes too thick to see through.

all of a sudden i had the heart rocking view of logging truck tail lights WAY TOO CLOSE!!! how could i not have realized how close i was...

...His way is in the whirlwind and the storm,
and clouds are the dust of his feet.
                    Nahum 1:3b

that is my favorite verse.

so many times our view of God is so very clouded. we wonder where He is... at least that's me! so often i hear my thoughts ranting, 'where are you? i've followed you as best as i can...' you know how it goes. :) i like to think it is those moments that i am closest to 'seeing' Him. what a comfort.

...His way is in the whirlwind and the storm,
and clouds are the dust of his feet.
Nahum 1:3b