The Wind

I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies’ skirts across the grass —
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all —
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Tuesday’s Word: trust

trust (n):  reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety of a person or thing

trust (v):  to commit or consign with confidence

entrust (v):  put something into someone’s care or protection

While I do keep a list of words that I might want to talk about here someday, it isn’t prioritized or scheduled in any way. What I write in any given week is what is foremost on my mind, what is resonating with me in an especially meaningful way at the time.

Right now, trust occupies that place. I’m facing some uncertainties, and it is hard to keep anxiety at bay. A few dear friends are walking through this time with me, reminding me to breathe, encouraging me to trust in the One who holds us all in his hands.

I need to remember – at times like this, at all times – that although I often feel instinctively whether I can trust a person I’ve just met, trust is not just an instinct, not a feeling.

Trust is based upon knowledge of the character of the One upon whom I rely: it is an intellectual assent, based upon evidence and experience, to his integrity, strength, and ability to do what is good and right – what is best – for me. Regardless of how I feel, I can entrust my health, my safety, my fears, my dreams, my future into his protection in confidence that He will lovingly care for me.

Icons, Part Four

image by Rebekah Choat

image by Rebekah Choat

I’m wearing my favorite sweater this morning. It isn’t fashionable. It isn’t in one of the season’s hottest colors. It doesn’t draw attention to me when I wear it.

This sweater has been in my wardrobe for what feels like forever. I’ve worn it during some of the pleasantest weather of my life, and through the roughest storms. It holds up well; even after all this time, it isn’t shrinking, fraying at the hem, wearing through at the elbows, or unraveling at the seams.

I wear it with premeditated intention some days. I wear it on days when I don’t know what to wear. Even when I’m not quite sure where I left it, I can find it by feel in the dark.

This sweater reminds me of a lifelong Friend whose love has never faltered, never fallen apart; One who walks with me through sun and shadow; One who is there, though I can’t see Him, even in the deep darkness.

Traveling at Home

image by Rebekah Choat

image by Rebekah Choat

Even in a country you know by heart
it’s hard to go the same way twice.
The life of the going changes.
The chances change and make a new way.
Any tree or stone or bird
can be the bud of a new direction. The
natural correction is to make intent
of accident. To get back before dark
is the art of going.

~ Wendell Berry