The winds of change

The winds of change are blowing all around me as I walk down a darkened street. The traffic roars at my side, as I make my waydown the deserted sitewalk. The wind is cold, and it whipps around my jacket as I am covered from head to toe in my warmest winter garb. My nose is nearly frozen, and I can see my breath in front of my face as I walk.
Thunder rolls in the distant sky, and the smallest raindrops sprinkle to the ground and freeze into tiny ice kristals.
The question that comes to my mine is: What does this cold rainy wind a signification of? Are these winds of change meant to tell me that there is a shift in my life, or will life remain stagnant as it sometimes seems to me?

2 thoughts on “The winds of change”

  1. We need the wind sometimes. A powerful north wind blew down one of my trees a few weeks ago. When I investigated, I saw that it had rotted from within. I wouldn’t have known it if we didn’t have that icy blast. Things that God lets happen are to blow down rotten edifices which seem formidable to our eyes.


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