The Wind

A Strong Wind is coming. Am I prepared for it? I'm afraid but it's too late, I've made my choice to weather the storm and I feel as though I'm prepared to handle it now. The last storm that hit was fierce. I almost lost my life. I'm not looking forward for what's to come but I refuse to let this storm ruin me. It's scary. I can see the clouds forming. The darkness is starting to blanket the light. I become so terrified that I contemplate a change of heart. No, I have to face this storm, I must. Yes, I'm afraid but it's necessary, if I must conquer this fear, I must endure the Mighty wind to come! "Please Help Me! " I cry out. " I need you to help me!" I now begin to run to find shelter. I can't seem to find anywhere to go. Now the Wind has begin to blow hard, trying to blow me down immediately, with no time to run for cover. Then I can see the clouds look like they are starting to break up. "Wow, the storm's over already?" I say to myself. "That Wasn't so bad." "Hmm, It wasn't as horrible as I thought It'd be." but just when I feel the storm is over and I think I can hold my head up high and triumphantly shout " I did it and I'm still alive!"..the next Gust of Wind, like the beginnings of a Hurricane, come again, this time much worse and much more fierce than ever before. I try to run but I know I can't. This Wind is beating down on me so hard and so fiercely, that I have no choice but to trudge my way over to a tall Oak Tree and cling tightly to it and pray "Lord, Lord, please make this stop, it's devastating me..I feel as though I'm gonna die" "I'm scared and it hurts and I'm afraid I'm going to get blown away but even still, I will praise you Lord, even if it's the last thing I do!" The Strong Violent winds destroy everything around me and completely demolish all that I have known and loved. I continue to cling to this Tall and strong Oak Tree, and for some reason, it's not going anywhere ....It hasn't been swept up by the raging winds..It's still standing..It's roots are still intact. I can't believe it. I'm amazed by its strength. The Storm begins to settle down and eventually dies down to a soft gentle breeze. I let go of the tree unwillingly but just for a moment so that I can see the actual devastation around me. What's left is utter chaos. A Desolate and barren land. Sadness begins to sweep over me until a slight tug on my heart reminds me.."but look at you..you're unharmed..you are alive!" I make my way back to that Strong Giant of an Oak Tree and hug it and say "You saved my life!" "I'm ok..because I clung to you...Your strength is what kept me from being swept away by the fierce winds!" I look at my body and there are a few little scratches, a couple of small bruises but nothing that seems life threatening. I am so grateful. I am speechless. I stare at the Beautiful Stoic Tree and decide that I must stay by this tree forever. I find that it's branches and leaves provide me with a cool pleasant shade to rest under. I suddenly feel so at peace that I don't notice that I am lying down in a bed of fresh green grass under this wonderful tree and happily trailing off into a deep sleep. I'm not afraid to sleep now, I'm not even afraid to awake in the midst of a turbulent storm again. I know that where I am will be a safe haven. I know that I may get a few more bumps and bruises but as long as I stay nestled beside this beautiful Tree and cling to it's branches when the Storm Winds really begin to blow.. I will be safe. What a Wonderful feeling. I can deeply sleep now. I can slumber peacefully until I am awakened again. Rest for a new day..whatever comes my way. I can feel the breeze blow on my face and every thing's ok....Ahh..Peaceful Slumber under my Tall Oak Tree....

"Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock: and the rains descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock." Matthew 7:24-25