Psalm 104 (NIV)
1 Praise the LORD, O my soul.
O LORD my God, you are very great;
you are clothed with splendor and majesty.
2 He wraps himself in light as with a garment;
he stretches out the heavens like a tent
3 and lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters.
He makes the clouds his chariot
and rides on the wings of the wind.
4 He makes winds his messengers [or angels],
flames of fire his servants.
Read this in worship on Sun, and I told a sister that, which means according to verse 4, every time the wind’s in our face, there are the angels.
Experienced strong winds this morning, so I thought, hmmm, that’s quite a few angels in transit…