The wind is whistling around the corners of the house, rattling the windows just a little bit. It’s wonderful. I don’t really know why I love the sound of wind… even when it’s terrifyingly strong, I love it. Maybe it thrills me. When it’s warm and the wind is blowing strong, I want to ride it, to fly, to be free.
At my home, there was this giant blue spruce tree that I used to climb. I would go as high as I dared, and then I would get a firm grip on the trunk and wait. The wind would come and rock the tree, and I would ride it. It was the best thing ever. Spruce trees are extremely flexible, so it would bend like crazy. Though… I don’t think I was brave enough to ride it on the very worst of windy days… I hadn’t gotten my recklessness yet then.
Wind carries emotion. All nature does, but wind carries the sounds of emotion. It moans, it cries, it screams, it whispers, it whistles, it sings. I can listen to the wind and feed my soul. It’s like it gives me permission to feel things. It’s okay to make a little noise. It’s okay to sing a little, dance a little, cry a little, whisper a little. It’s okay.
Wind helps me remember that I’m not alone. God is here. He has not abandoned me. Sometimes, I feel like he has left me. Sometimes I feel like he’s really not there, or that he isn’t what I need. It’s hard to believe in someone you can’t see and have a normal conversation with, you know? But… he’s here. Like the wind. I can hear him, feel him. He’s here.
That’s something I really don’t understand very well… how the God of the universe and little, messed up me could be friends. How do we communicate? It’s different than with friends on earth. How exactly do I make myself trust him? I mean, there isn’t a little button to push that says I’m trusting him now. I’m always wondering if I’m holding something back, if I’m not trusting enough… or if I’m not trusting at all. I’ve got to be doing something wrong… I’m always doing something wrong.
But one thing I know: even if I can’t see God, or hear his voice, or feel him all the time, I know he’s here. He cares. He has never left me alone. He loves me, and he likes me, and he’s taking care of me. I can go to him for comfort and guidance, and he gives it. He has proven himself to me so many times throughout my life. I know he’s here.
And he understands. Even when few other people do, even when there are people who judge me and hurt me, even when I’m fighting so, so much darkness in my heart, God understands. That helps. It comforts me some.
The wind still whistles. It’s going to be okay. I spent time sitting and laughing with good friends tonight. Last night was so dark… it was so good tonight just to be near someone who knew and loved me. We sat snuggled together throughout the whole movie. Oh, it made me feel so much better. That and just joking around with the guys, being able to laugh freely. And a few kind words from those who really knew me. And all the prayers and comfort I’ve gotten recently… thank you all.
Living one day at a time… I think I’ll be okay tonight. I won’t think any farther ahead than that. But I’ll be okay tonight, and that’s enough for now.