Something about the wind comforts me. Not too much wind, or too cold wind, but a gentle wind that takes me to a place of peace.
As I stepped outside today, the wind greeted me. There was a familiar yet unfamiliar smell that takes me back to a place of nostalgia. It reminded me that I’m alive to feel all the things… the good, the bad, the comfortable, the uncomfortable.
The wind allows me to sway, it moves me with force… yet it eases up just enough until I gain my footing again and can continue to move.
We will always loose our footing. We get unsteady, we swerve, we stumble across places that both unearth feelings of deep questioning, yet serve our souls to accept grace and become better people.
Move about, sway from time to time, force yourself into those places of pondering. Realize just how miraculous this life is. Accept what your challenges are, and be determined that no matter what… when we practice, smile, and persist… we will find our balance.
Steady as she goes. Amen.