The winds of change are blowing all around me as I walk down a darkened street. The traffic roars at my side, as I make my waydown the deserted sitewalk. The wind is cold, and it whipps around my jacket as I am covered from head to toe in my warmest winter garb. My nose is nearly frozen, and I can see my breath in front of my face as I walk.
Thunder rolls in the distant sky, and the smallest raindrops sprinkle to the ground and freeze into tiny ice kristals.
The question that comes to my mine is: What does this cold rainy wind a signification of? Are these winds of change meant to tell me that there is a shift in my life, or will life remain stagnant as it sometimes seems to me?
We need the wind sometimes. A powerful north wind blew down one of my trees a few weeks ago. When I investigated, I saw that it had rotted from within. I wouldn’t have known it if we didn’t have that icy blast. Things that God lets happen are to blow down rotten edifices which seem formidable to our eyes.
Yes, we do need the wind sometimes. I saw myself walking in the cold wind down a deserted sidewalk. That’s how I get inspired for this particular post.