Gliding

We have had some extraordinary spring storms this year and there was a wind storm the other day that resulted in trees coming down and power outages all over the area.  We lost electricity at work and, as these days it is difficult to function without computers, the office was all but closed down. 

The drive home required my full attention as I navigated through the traffic; it moved slowly because of heavy rainfall and standing water on the road.  I felt the force of wind resistance on my vehicle and gripped the steering wheel with both hands as leaves, twigs and debris flew by.

Then, just for a moment, I happened to look up.

There in the sky above me were two birds, their wings spread wide, gliding on a wind current.  I watched their bodies dip down, then rise, turn one way then the other, all without any effort on their partl.  I wondered if they were calling out to each other: This is great! Isn't this fun? We've been waiting for a day like this!

And I thought how it would be if, when storms come into my life, I could let go and allow myself to be carried by the wind.  I know there is Someone looking out for me, that all will turn out in the way it is meant to in the end. But sometimes I forget I don't need to flap my wings and try to get through it on my own; I forget that to try to navigate on my own power will only wear me out.

So in the midst of a stormy afternoon I heard a still, small voice whisper to me.  Rest easy..