Sometimes I wander through life taking every day for granted. There are some disappointments and some worries and fears, but most of the time life is what I call “status quo,” or what I used to call “under control.”
Ever so often the wind blows and blows out here in Colorado, and the trees are exercised. They blow from the bottom to the top, or sway wildly in the wind. I watch as they appear to dance through the wild winds to a tune only they can hear. The wind is so strong it turns their leaves inside out but they gracefully dance with this flow. Standing determined inside the thick of branches is the tree’s trunk connecting with its roots. Although the wind can be strong, the trunk never moves. It stands tall through the storm as its limbs enjoy the dance.
Ever so often our lives blow in like a storm. Things go wrong and life is not as we expect. When my basement flooded one thing led to another, leading to chaos. Initially I felt myself resist being carried away...
Waiting for the storm, I sat on my favorite rock and looked into the infinite skies. There was only blue from every angle these eyes could see. And yet, the winds of change reminded me of Him and the truth of this day. Yes, change is on the way–not as bad, but good. Each new day, God brings death and new life: death to ego, or false self, and life as new depth of heart. We too are resurrected despite our fear of what lies ahead. We surrender to the storms, as after the winds blow, we are gifted with new life–new and luscious blossoms, beauty-filled beginnings in His peace.