I see it in the simple and then in the complex.
I see it in torment, but I'm not talking about the torment-type where you're thrown into some inferno to burn for all eternity. No, I'm talking of the torment that comes the moment you're separated from your love. That moment you keep on waving to her at the airport even though the last bit of her hair has dipped into a crowd of travelers. Then you have to turn, go, and make a lonely drive home lamenting over the fact of an empty passenger seat. Somehow faithfulness finds you in those slow following hours. It's in the journaling a prayer for the one you love, asking God to give her a quick and safe journey back home. It's in that feeling of assurance you have over everything being alright - I mean, not just for the future, but for the now.
Coming away from this sullen mood, I find faithfulness in the stars above me, leaving my eyes to wander a clear night sky. And I count them as if faithfulness comes in bits of stardust, corralling them into one beautiful whole.
This is the Divine atmosphere I am constantly surrounded by.
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