This week, the balcony was my studio. There I was, with my sketchbook and pencils, creating in my spray-painted red adirondack chair, with the wind chimes singing and birds nesting in the trees in front of me. It amazes me what God can teach me when I take time to rest and let the wind blow through my hair.
And here is what He inspired:
Be like a tree and let Me blow through you.
As the leaves rustle, let My Wind tousle your hair.
Stand tall, but allow Me to bend you.
Clothe yourself, but let my sun warm you.
Find rest under My Shelter,
And release the weariness of your soul.