“All is not lost!” said the wind to the willows as their leaves gently blow free; “You are but being sorted and with skill directed in a way only known to me.”

The willows complain, “what starts with a gentle uplifting swirl gives way to a tempest that shakes our world…we know not nor cannot perceive any light as we struggle and kick in this fragmenting fight!”

The Wind in it’s gusts of chaotic design unfolds a story amidst the drama of time.

“A story I tell you we’ve each a part to play, I’ll send the gusts and you choose the sway.”

The willows respond, “it’s the gusts that cause pain as we writhe and we strain, and you want us to think as to direct its sway?!”

The wind and the willows continue their dance, some from wrong actions and some seem like chance, but the wind holds the key to the willow’s despair but the willow can only see all as unfair.

Day turns to night and night turns to day as turgid thoughts consume the willows sway. “Our thoughts of why, or what, or how are the only things we think of now.”

With feckless sarcasm the willows are stained and sifting all through that grid is vain.

The willows see not the vanity they display and get worse as the wind has nothing to say. The wind remains absent and quiet and long, out of sight knowing the willows just want to fight.

From fear to anger now finally despair, the willows are sure that nobody cares.

The gusts and the sways meld into the days as the hopeless and helpless willows obey. The fight is gone and the gusts too strong with the willows just bending to the might of the storm. Yet in this helpless and hopeless despair the willows perceived they had found something there.

To fight the winds tempests and struggle and shout only made things worse being thrown all about.

It was this lesson we learned at the height of despair that to bend and obey made things bearable there.

Soon the clouds broke as the son shown His rays on the waters of affliction and the adversity of days.

What seemed like eternity had come to an end all because the willows had learned how to bend.

The wind saw His lesson once again had been learned as the willows broke free and received what they earned.

For the tempests will come often days without end but we must not resist but learn how to bend.

And if bend we must with each terrible gust then without dismay let us choose the sway!”

GOD LOVE YOU!

“The Lord will give you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, but your Teacher will no longer hide Himself—with your own eyes you will see Him. And whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear this command behind you: “This is the way. Walk in it.” -Isaiah 30:20-21

Originally published on June 20, 2018