I sat alone enjoying the fresh air, the wind blowing my hair about. Clouds kept moving in and out bringing light sprinkles. Looking over the valley again I could feel a lump in my throat and I took off my sunglasses. I had been feeling buffeted against my back but now I turned around, face first into the wind. I wanted to hear….
Psa 104:4 (NLT) The winds are Your messengers; flames of fire are Your servants.