Listen to the wind, Day 189

...these things all take time

Listen to the wind blow over the branches

Listen to the waves crash on the shore

I don't have the big plan, just small glances

And every now and then I'm still unsure

Children 18:3 (it's a band)

I can't forget to listen to the wind. The hills resound with music and the trees clap their hands. The birds sing songs of praise. The world around me is filled with His glory. It's all ok.