When the wind blows, I no longer cower but stand still.
As it plays with my hair and touches my face, I feel peace. I feel alive. I feel free.
When daylight fades, there is no rush to hurry inside.
Instead, a long walk along my favorite path is a must.
Deep breaths in and deep breaths out as I walk contently under the light of the moon.
My walk becomes more paced as I thank the Lord.
He never let go.
He never left.
He stayed right with me through the storm.
Now, I know things are different.
I am stronger now.
My roots run deep.
