A breath of wind caresses the straggly twigs which tangle
together in the apple and cherry trees. Through the bare branches I can see the
lightening sky of morning, a glow of gold where the sun has finally risen, with
rosy hues of grey fanning out in all directions. It’s a new day, another gift
of God.
The heaviness of a new lockdown sentence hangs on us all,
like the weight of an anchor on a boat. It doesn’t have to. I don’t want to be grounded
in a sea of despair. So I am going to deliberately ‘weigh anchor’, asking God
to lift the heaviness and breathe fresh winds into my sails today. Fresh winds
of faith for the future, of hope for today, of purpose and love in the moment.
We may be caught in the crosswinds of a vicious pandemic,
but Jesus is with us in the boat. He holds us close, whispers encouragement,
and gently prunes away those dead areas in each of us which hinder our growth in
faith.
May his breath of wind catch in your sails today, and mine,
and carry us through the storm.
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