Resting In The Breeze
The winds of change are blowing in all areas of my life and instead of running to stay ahead of it or even keep myself anchored in the familiar, I have let go of my need for control. I now rest in the place of anticipation and hope. Imagine a feather floating in an unseen breeze, like the opening scene from that movie Forrest Gump. I go where I am meant to go in the breeze being blown from the very heavens. A sweeter ride I have never known.
Ex 34:21b ….even during the plowing season and harvest you must rest