God.

God is in the rising sun.

God is in the falling fog.

God is in the dew on the grass.

God is in the cooling wind.

God is in laughter I hear.

God is in the white puffs of clouds.

God is in the vast blue sky.

God is in the roots of the trees.

God is in the green of the leaves.

God is in the shimmering lakes.

God is in the smooth of the rocks.

God is in the rolling waves.

God is in the grains of the sand.

God is in the warmth of the sun.

God is in the soft of my mother's hands.

God is in the comfort of my father's smile.

God is in the air between hugs.

God is in the pitter-patter of the rain.

God is in the fall of gravity.

God is in your hearts.

God is in my heart.

God is everywhere.

I can walk alone into the darkness of an empty alley and still feel protected.

I can be flying up in the sky and still know that I am on ground.

I can be doubled over with pain and still know that I am all right.

I can be empty and still be full.

In all of this is God. On the night of September 28, I remembered standing outside around 1 in the morning, and I saw fog falling from the sky. With all the lights illuminating the fog enveloping me, I had never felt so safe and comforted in my life. It made me painfully and peacefully aware of the fact that I am in God's hands, always have, and always will be. I found Him. And, I will hold on to Him until my fingers fall off and my heart stops beating.