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WINDS OF CHANGE Theresa Schulz Each today leaves behind a yesterday. Our life changes as each new day unfolds. We must cherish our todays before the winds of change blow in tomorrow. Too often we are so absorbed with our routine life that time and changes go unnoticed until a day when life takes an abrupt change. Perhaps it’s because of a death, illness, a pandemic or endless reasons. We’ve seen friends and family cope with those situations, so it’s not unfamiliar. But when we, ourselves, are confronted with an unexpected crippling change, we are swallowed up with anxiety and fear. But we have no choice, we must deal with it. How often we’ve been told to thank God for everything. But to be thankful for upsetting situations is a challenge. However, when we surrender to God and truly trust that he will take care of everything, we can find true peace. No matter what happens in our life, time doesn’t stop. We still have the todays and the yesterdays will continue to follow. They will roll into years and then many, many years. But we get to live those years one day at a time. If we learn to cherish the moment, the tomorrows won’t need to be a worry and past heartaches don’t need to haunt us. Yes, the time will come when our days will be no more --like the wind that blows and then it’s gone. Perhaps the wind is a messenger for God. Like God, we can’t see it, but we can feel it. It’s mentioned in the Bible many times. Remember when Jesus calmed the winds of the sea? Although we have learned to use wind for its benefit, only God has control of when and where it will blow. We can’t control the violence or timing of tornadoes and hurricanes. We cherish a sudden breeze in the hot summer. Have you noticed? There seems to be a calmness that follows a strong wind? The skies are clearer and there is a sense of serenity. Is this a message? |
If They Knew Our Names, Would They Like Us? Dave Flood, 2005 The soldier bent down to take the child’s small hand. “What is your name?” the soldier asked. “Hadi,” said the child, “And what is yours?” “David,” said the soldier, as he removed his helmet. “It means ‘beloved, “said the boy. “I have a friend named David.” “That’s beautiful,” said the soldier, sitting down beside the boy. “And what does your name mean?” asked the soldier. “It means ‘guiding to the light’,” answered the boy, as he started to draw with a stick in the dirt. The soldier offered the boy a drink from his canteen, And they sat together under the baking sun. When the soldier’s tank arrived, he took the boy’s hand again. He said, “I will remember you, Hadi, and will pray for you.” The boy had tears in his eyes as he hugged the soldier. “You are in my daily prayers forever, my friend David!” With that, the tank moved on, leaving the small boy waving in its wake. The inscription in the dirt, written by the boy, said: “By our names they shall know us.” |
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