Incognito

"We may ignore, but we can nowhere evade, the presence of God. The world is crowded with Him. He walks everywhere incognito. And the incognito is not always hard to penetrate. The real labour is to remember, to attend. In fact, to come awake. Still more, to remain awake." - from Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer by C.S. Lewis

Incognito. The birds' chatter concerto. The perfect flight of an arrow. A smiling, bubble-foamed baby swirling round the bathtub. Seemingly painted legs of a hopping grass eater.

Can we recognize the incognito? Discern it among the ocean of noise that floods our days?

More so, if we can find God in the beauty, can we find Him in the burden? The life-application notes of my Bible explain to me, "God does not keep us from encountering life's storms, but he will see us through them. In fact, God walks through these storms with us and rescues us." Can we pause between the rain drops and lightning bolts to seek our rescuer, to cry out before the incognito and awake? I wonder.