Sometimes life’s circumstances whisk us away, up and into the air like leaves floating, always floating, directionless, lost, tumbling leaves of living carried by winds of change.
At other times, the backdraft of someone’s choices sucks us into circumstances that bat us around until we bruise in heart and mind.
Even when winds of healthy change bluster, we often find ourselves clutching the tendrils of crabgrass we call comfort. In those moments, greener pastures pale in comparison to the security of the strangling familiar.
Yet even though we are beset by our humanness, rest assured there is One whose breath is far greater than all the other blizzards of life. And when He breathes His will, we find ourselves carried to where we need to go, in spirit, in soul, and in body.