🌬️ Where the Wind Blows

A Journey of Grace and Freedom

Where the wind blows and where it does not — and all the in-betweens — these are the places that shape us. Every moment, every turn in the road of new beginnings and endings, adds to who we are. It’s never just one event that defines us, but the rhythm of many moments woven together.

And yet, beneath the surface, what truly lives inside of us will eventually shine through — bright and undeniable for all to see. Many begin their journey appearing righteous, even saintly, but time reveals the truth. Some act as though holiness is achieved by their own strength, forgetting that grace is the foundation of all that is good.

There are those who believe that Jesus has done all He can do, and now it’s up to us to make up the difference with our works. But that’s not how grace works. That’s not how love moves.

🥕 The Endless Chase

Religion, for some, has become like a rabbit chasing a carrot on a stick — always striving, never arriving. Chasing after a God they believe can never truly be caught. Offering sacrifice after sacrifice, hoping one will finally be enough. Living in fear of rejection, never sure if they are truly accepted.

What a weary way to live — under the shadow of a God imagined as cruel, holding a big stick rather than open arms. That kind of fear breaks the mind and wounds the soul. It’s tyranny disguised as devotion.

And yet, so many remain caught in that cycle — believing themselves unworthy, unlovable, undeserving. But that’s not the truth. That’s not who God is.

🌿 A Wake-Up Call to Love

The time is now.
Wake up to who God says you are.

Receive the peace that surpasses understanding — a peace that doesn’t demand performance but simply invites you to rest in love.

So many live in turmoil because they misunderstand God’s heart. But let it be known: He is the solution, not the problem. He is the caring one — not distant, not indifferent. His love carries you through this life and ushers you home when it’s time.

Even the trees of the field clap their hands in praise, though they have no souls or fears of judgment. They simply are — rooted, reaching, sheltering. They weather the storms, bask in the sun, and sway through the darkness, content in their design. There’s something profoundly divine in that.

💫 Press On, Dream On

So press on.
Keep doing works of kindness.
Keep showing love to the earth and to those around you.

Fill the spaces you dwell in with hope, light, and laughter. Don’t look back, and don’t let anyone steal your joy or crush your dreams. They are your dreams — not anyone else’s. Let others have their own.

Each soul on this planet has the right to dream, to explore, to grow — without the threat of divine rejection. This is a journey of joy, of freedom, of discovering that you have always been loved.

Amen.