Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for the winds of change.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France
Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be ... If the wind will not serve, take to the oars. ~Latin Proverb
A blustery spring day. A typical March day in Colorado. The bright sunshine deceives me - it's actually quite chilly walking in the park with the northerly winds whipping the trees, playground equipment, T and me.
My heart and soul are restless, ready to fly away on the next gust of wind that sweeps across the neighborhood. My questions abound. Why do I feel this way? What will become of me? Where am I going? No one has the answers - not right now. Not even the chirping finches can distract me from my deep thoughts and troubled daydreams.
"Change is in the air," sings Mr. Finch. I know he's right.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
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