A song in the wind whistled through the pines. Looking up, I took in the majesty of a September 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. I needed to recognize God’s abiding presence.
As pavement transitioned to gravel, and pastureland spread wide, three bluebirds swooped low, crossing my path.Read More