Clouds were angels. And if that wasn’t already an apparent sign of His divine handiwork, the way the sun’s radiance kissed the edges of their form, highlighting their features magnanimously, was beyond enough evidence of His holiness. That’s what struck me. He was building gloriousness upon gloriousness; His infinite Nature was being demonstrated in that moment. I just happened to be paying attention to the picture He was drawing. During His presentation, I could feel His warmth encompassing my body, holding me still and close, as if to say, “I don’t want you to miss this gift I am giving you right now; I love you and want the best for you.” So I did what any other daughter would do in that instance…I listened, embracing my Father back.