Let the Wind blow

 Dear Emily,

What a year this has been!  We have learned so much  . . .  about what we

don't know, what we can't do, and where we aren't supposed to go.  This 

week our family of 17 has to miss our daughter's wedding in New York.  

NOT because New York isn't safe, but because our little state has increasing 

cases of the plague.  Many tears have been shed,  but our love is abundant 

and will not be confined to our physical presence.

We are, after all, spiritual creatures.  We don't know which way the Wind 

blows, but we know that He is full of Love and able to carry ours across 

state lines.  In my imagination, He is the Farmer who plucks us, the 

dandelions, from the fertile soil and blows our fuzzy seeds thousands of 

miles to our daughter who will plant them in the garden of her heart for 

a future day when we can be together and celebrate.

We are, also, abundantly grateful that most of our loved ones and friends 

have escaped the virus.  We have learned how to safely be with our children

who live near us and are no longer afraid to smooch and snuggle with our

beloved grandchildren. Our prayers are for those who are gravely ill, those 

who have lost loved ones, and our mayors,  governors, and president who 

must make impossible decisions about life and liberty.

Love,

Lea

"The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it but do not

know where it comes from and where it is going; so is every one who is

born of the Spirit."  John 3:8