I am all right with wind.
Wind is the breath of God. It says, a storm is coming, there is change and danger larger than yourself.
Though I don’t think I know what is a storm anymore. I used to think it was when things did not go as expected, but too many times the unforeseen led to more blessing.
And I thought a storm was uncertainty, but I began to realize that certainty is a state of the soul and
not of your circumstances. Life moves forward; you lose things, you gain things. One may not be better than the other. Your plans change, your plans go as expected; both end up all right.
You change and move and it’s not what you thought. So you change again. And you find a way to happiness in that place as in the other.
It is a radical peace, to love the storm. It is not safe, and your bruises show it, and today, you may be tired. But when we say, be safe, travel safe, and pray for safety, we lie through our teeth as heretics. We do not need that and we never did; we need pain and danger and change to be driven to the light-slashed glory that reminds us who we are created to be in a kingdom that was never meant to be safe.
Not even heaven will be safe.
Because God is not safe.
But He is good.
So you the see the wind through the window and you step out into it from the four walls that protect you to your death, and the wind hurts, and you remain alive.
Wind is the breath of God. It says, a storm is coming, there is change and danger larger than yourself.
Though I don’t think I know what is a storm anymore. I used to think it was when things did not go as expected, but too many times the unforeseen led to more blessing.
You change and move and it’s not what you thought. So you change again. And you find a way to happiness in that place as in the other.
It is a radical peace, to love the storm. It is not safe, and your bruises show it, and today, you may be tired. But when we say, be safe, travel safe, and pray for safety, we lie through our teeth as heretics. We do not need that and we never did; we need pain and danger and change to be driven to the light-slashed glory that reminds us who we are created to be in a kingdom that was never meant to be safe.
Not even heaven will be safe.
Because God is not safe.
But He is good.
So you the see the wind through the window and you step out into it from the four walls that protect you to your death, and the wind hurts, and you remain alive.
