As a gardener I find God openly present in the natural world. Through his creation he offers wisdom to guide us homeward. There are insights from bugs under decomposing bark as meaningful as grace found while stomping through mud.
There is a movement to God that can be seen, though he himself is not. Like the fronds of ornamental grasses that sway in late summer, we do not see the breeze that moves them. What we see is the affects of that delicate wind. So it is with our Lord. Though we do not see the breath of God, we see the affects as he moves through our lives.
And like the grasses, when light is behind them, it is then that their greatest beauty is revealed. As are we in the revealing light of God.