A song in the wind whistled through the pines. I pulled my jacket closer to keep out the chill, and picked up my step to reach the sunburst just ahead.
Looking up, I took in the majesty of a November sky. I could hear the wind’s song — like a melody played on the strings of a violin. Soft and low. Its moan reflected the cry in my heart — the need for peace and reassurance, a reminder of God’s abiding presence.Read More