Has there ever been something so private, so fragile in your life that to put it to words or to speak it would be to diminish it or even lose it? The softest most delicate petals from the humblest of flowers only requires the smallest breath of wind to make it fly with aimless abandon to alight upon an unsuspecting child. Delightedly that child takes joy in the blowing of the petal and the watching of where it floats next.
Because we have something so private, we guard it so tightly that it withers and has no choice but to give up. But to be like a child and take a child's delight in letting that fragile thing loose, is to open yourself up to the joy of not having to carry that private, fragile thing alone.
So....open your arms wide and let the wind of His Breath gently blow.

June 27th, a hot humid summer day.
Driving really fast in a 5 speed convertible with the top down, the wind blowing through my hair, and music playing loud through wide open spaces....
Such was the trip I took in my imagination.
There are days I 'd like to do just that with the added bonus of coming home to my family.