It’s a light, cold mist tickling your face
As you anticipate a heavier rain.
It’s the leaf blowing wildly and aimlessly
through a winter breeze.
Spinning. Twirling.
It’s the large birch trees swaying to and fro in the wind daring to snap.
But….
The rain doesn’t always come.
The leaf usually finds its way safely to the ground.
And the tree seldom breaks.
The Creator of it all has sufficient grace in every storm and every situation. Trust in Him.
