When the Wind Blows . . .

 When the Wind Blows . . .

 

In Texas, the wind blows most of the time, it seems. But right now, the wind is high and the trees and power lines are getting the end product of being whipped. More than a few limbs and little bits of limbs are lying around my yard today. And, according to the local news, our county sheriff said that if an oil field worker sees any kind of fire, not to even bother trying to fight the sucker. Just call in for help. The power lines hitting together causes sparks all over the place, so it is not surprising that we are having plenty of fires across Wichita County. High, dry grass is not any help whatsoever. Despite the fact that our lawn man said that he would try to be here Thursday, the old woman went out and did the dirty job in the east lot. The back yard is not that dangerous, but the east side was high and dry. Anyway, except for along the roadway and my front yard, the grass is cut. Still worry about the grass southwest in Zupkus’ field, but if Patty’s place gets cut on Thursday, the idiots with fireworks should probably not cause us too much trouble.

 

My hens are thrilled to see more tender grass uncovered; at least, they are out there going at it for all they are worth! Thompson nearly ran over a white hen earlier, and her feathers went everywhere! Thinking it is almost time for them to start molting. They don’t lay well during that time, so the egg count may go down soon. The heat has the same effect.

 

The wind also gives some of us fits with allergies, so guess who is sneezing and blinking. Spring, summer, fall—and winter is easier because everyone ELSE is sneezing! Oh well. Life goes on.

 

Have been thinking about regrets lately and wondering if thinking back and being concerned with faults and such is just like digging up old sins that are already forgiven. Of all the things we may regret and all the weaknesses we may have had—or might still have—what actual good does it do to think back? When we ask for forgiveness, we trust that God forgives us. It is not our job to dig up old problems that have erupted throughout our life. But like a broken bone that is mended, sometimes an ache reminds us. We just have to get on with life and living.

 

Some things we can pretty well depend on—the wind will blow again. But one thing is certain: God will continue to love us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.a