It’s August here in South Africa…and that means windy season. I had fears of being swept off to Munchkin land yesterday! I also now fully understood the need for large rocks to be on top of tin roofs. It’s resourceful, really.
The view from my office is a big tree. Tall, strong branches reach out into the blue sky. And, even though it is winter here, green leaves dress the branches, softening it’s view. As I watched the wind whip through the tree and bend the branches, all I could think about was perseverance. The leaves, still alive despite the season, clung to the tree no matter how strong the gust of wind. I didn’t see any leaf lose hope and fall from the tree. They all hung on for dear life to the anchor provided. Today, it is calm, the windstorm has passed. The leaves are given a break, rewarded for their hard work yesterday.
It made me question my reaction to the windstorms in my life. Do I wither when I do not receive much water from Above? Do I stay alive during seasons of cold-heartedness? Do I cling to The Tree of Life during trials and hardships? Do I grip, white-knuckled, to my Anchor when all the world around me seems to be spinning out of control? Do I trust that the storm will end and I will be given peace? Am I like the leaves I see from my window: strong, alive, engaged, and faithful to the tree….or do I get caught up in the storm, weary from fighting, and forget the strength of my Anchor?
One thing is for certain, Chicago’s got nothing on this wind!