A windsong melody... A love letter encouraging me to make humility a daily spiritual discipline.
Reminds me to be faithful in small things.
I breathe... I'm thankful.
I walk... I'm thankful.
I listen to the love letter saying "Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble of heart and you will find rest for your soul" (Matthew 11:29) ... I'm thankful.
I ask for the power to see seeds of hope in my life. I strive to express humility and it's rootedness in love. I take the yoke and ask for nothing but the chance to Serve.
But, it's so easy to fall down, to feel down and out, to flounder, to be ungrateful, envious, and to feel hope is broken. Because, before the sun came out this morning, I did feel dark tides inside.
The windsong reminds me that: Assuredly, He knows our sad hearts and broken minds.
Because, He knows what it's like to feel hope broken, to see the best laid plans destroyed, and to give the ultimate sacrifice.
"He came unto His own, and they that were His own recieved Him not" (John 1:11).
If it weren't for being still and listening for the windsong, I would not see my captivity or have my room filled with light.
For, the Holy Spirit never ceases, it ripples through the leaves and fields. We just have to breathe the breath of Heaven, know that we are taken care of, and bear our crosses with humility.
All I have needed Your hand hath provided. His grace and mercies give me new reasons to smile.
I know I do not need the idea of perfect.
I know I cannot do great things.
But, "I can do small things with great love" (Mother Theresa).
- ♥ - Sonya
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