I walked along our country road wondering, thinking about, “What is the breath of God?” Ruach. Beside me fallen leaves rustled and swirled in a gentle breeze that escorted me on my path. I watched and listened, thankful for the cooling of the breeze, pondering the movement of the leaves that seemingly came alive, yet in reality were dead.
And yet the leaves danced in the wind — moved by the powerful breath of God.
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I walked along our country road thinking about the breath of God. Ruach. Beside me, fallen leaves rustled and swirled around in a gentle breeze that escorted me on my path. I watched and listened as I kept up my pace, thankful for the cooling of the breeze, pondering the movement of the leaves that seemingly came alive, yet in reality were dead.
The leaves had fallen — a sure sign of an early fall.
Their color was gone now. They were dry and brittle.
And yet they danced in the wind — moved by the powerful breath of God. Ruach.
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