dar334

During the night I woke up several times and heard the wind howling outside our window. Wind makes everything colder and causes damage to anything not bolted down or deeply rooted. As I made my way from the bedroom to the coffee pot, I glanced out the kitchen window and saw a little leaf still clinging to the branch on a small tree at the edge of the creek across from our house.

As you all know, my husband is a deer hunter. Every single chance he gets, even while driving down the road, he is looking for a deer. Any deer, any distance, any where. This poor little leaf clinging to that little tree has caused my husband’s heart to skip a beat several times this fall. To the deer trained eye, and the need to know what direction they are going, and factoring in temperature and wind direction, this poor little leaf clinging to it’s parent, is often mistaken for a deer at the edge of Larner’s woods. I suggested last weekend that he go over there and pluck that little leaf off the tree, to which he replied that he had thought about doing just that. This morning while still half asleep, as I made my way toward the coffee pot, I noticed that little leaf was still there, being tossed to and fro by the wind, clinging to it’s parent. My first thought was “Now that little leaf is a sure sign of perseverance”, and I smiled. Then the pondering began.

We are currently being tossed to and fro by the winds of life. Everyone deals with wind of some sort during their lifetime, some with just gentle little breezes and some with gale force size winds, and the majority with something that lies in between. As I considered the perseverance of that little leaf, I felt comfort in knowing we are at a place in our journey where we are lucky to be rooted to the Vine, and whatever the strength of the current wind, we will persevere too.

Always pondering something,

dar