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.Read More