Go outside, in the cold, crisp, and still air. Find a comfortable seat on some of the patio furniture.
Tilt your head back and look up at the stars. Take a few minutes to contemplate the vastness of the heavens, how cold and forbidding that space is, and how here on Earth we are wrapped in a warm blanket of atmosphere.
Look at your breath. Notice how it drifts upward in a cloud, eventually dissolving out of sight?
Take a moment to offer praise to the Creator who holds us in his hand; who is soverign over all matter and force; who is constant and trustworthy from everlasting to everlasting in a universe that moves and changes moment by moment; who is holy; who is a real God who keeps his promises, not something imagined; and who called us.
Note the clouds of your breath, rising upward. Your prayers are not disappearing into thin air… They are rising up to God…
From Revelation 8, 2-4 (The Message)
I saw the Seven Angels who are always in readiness before God handed seven trumpets. Then another Angel, carrying a gold censer, came and stood at the Altar. He was given a great quantity of incense so that he could offer up the prayers of all the holy people of God on the Golden Altar before the Throne. Smoke billowed up from the incense-laced prayers of the holy ones, rose before God from the hand of the Angel.
Look again at your breath…