The story here on Cape Cod today is the extreme wind gusts. The temperature was warm, over 60 degrees, but so were the wind gusts over 60, wreaking havoc around the yard. I just got done chasing my grill cover around the neighborhood and then had the car door slammed on my leg while I was vacuuming it.
When I finished with the car, I decided to brave the wind and take a walk. The weather was so warm I just couldn’t stay inside. I made my way down our road, toward 6A battling the wind all the way. On the way back, the wind was behind me. I would be walking along when a monster gust came up and actually pushed me for a few steps, then left me on my own again. A few more steps, then another gust rushes in to help me along my way. This continued all the way home.
Such is the pattern and rhythm of our lives. We face a headwind. We push hard against it, becoming weary. We learn to turn away from it. We take a few fateful steps and get tired. God shows up just in time to give us the push we need, taking the pressure off of us for a bit, before setting us back on our path again.
Today the windy walk reminded me I don’t walk alone. God showed up in a wind gust to let me know He’s always there to carry my stuff and give me a brief respite when my steps grow weary.
And so, as another day goes by, God whispers in the wind, and ….I have written.
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