The Clouds
The Lord said: “Look at the clouds. They are full of water, and they are being blown along by my wind, sometimes gently, sometimes fast. But they are moving, they are always moving, just like I am always working, and they change shape as they go. The wind blows where it wishes, and you do not know where it comes from or where it is going. I want you to be like these clouds, lifted high into heavenly places, blown along by my spirit, ready to go where I am blowing, ready to change as you feel my breath, carrying nothing except the water of my spirit which I will cause you to release onto the dry earth where and when I say. Do you see clouds rolling along the ground? No. And so you must let go all that will hold you down, every weight, and let me lift you into the place where you will be blown in the direction that I choose to be moulded by my spirit, releasing what I give you upon the Earth.”

The Air Balloon.
“Lord,“ I said, “My hand reaches down and grips the roots in the soil. Will I be able to let go of the worldly and carnal things that sometimes it seems that I hold so tight? Can I be lifted as you say, or will I stay here below, gripping onto the things of the world?

“Yes,“ He said. “You won’t be able to help it. You are attached, because I have attached you, to my air balloon. And as I rise up into high places, I will take you with me, and you simply won’t be able to hold on because the pull of my presence will be so much stronger than the pull of the ground.”

The Beauty of the Lord
“Consider the beauty of the natural world. From the light reflected in the small liquid Diamond of a teardrop to the grandeur of the mountains, the freshness of a leaf in spring, the rumble of a distant waterfall, the leap of a gazelle, the wings of a seagull. Were not all these things made through me? All that you can see, hear, and feel was made through me. So in me is all the splendour and variety of the natural world, for it has all come out of me. Can I not draw you unto me?”

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
It is high, I cannot obtain it.

Where can I go from your Spirit,
or where can I flee from your presence?

If I ascend to heaven, you are there,
If I make my bed in hell, behold, you are there.

If I take the wings of the morning,
Or dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,

Even there your hand will lead me,
And your right hand shall hold me.

(Psalm 139: 6-10)