The spring winds blow hard. I watch the trees bend to and fro; nearly it seems, to their breaking point.
Last year’s stubborn leaves, brown and lifeless, fight to hold on against the force.
But the wind is stronger.
The rain falls in torrents.
The rivers swell until they can not hold another drop. They surge and scatter the fallen limbs and brush that have collected on their banks.
As I watch this spring storm Hebrews 12: 26-29 comes to mind. “Shake everything that can be shaken…may only what cannot be shaken remain.”
I embrace the wind that tugs free selfishness and pride.
I welcome it...because I have complete faith in the God who sends it.
"He makes clouds rise from the ends of the earth; he sends lightning with the rain and brings out the wind from his storehouses. Ps. 135:7"
This is a really sweet image. I identify with that brown leaf holding on. what a good reminder that it has to go in order for there to be new life.
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