Meditation of My Heart 
  Leona Mars

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 I Love to Hear the Wind Blow

I love to hear the wind blow,
While cozy in my bed.
It tells me a story,
Of places it will go,
Of places it has been,
And people it has seen.
Across the sky it blows,
Whipping over land and sea.
Gently rocking the ships,
On the ocean blue.
Then softly and gently push,
A little girl's swing.
Oh, but it can wreck havoc,
And never look back.
But, in times of certain gentleness,
It can be quite soothing.
Rolling through the meadows,
It caressed this little girl's cheek.

~ Leona M. Mars ~

As a little girl, I use to love to hear the wind blowing at night. Knowing that I was safe and secure inside my bed and my parents were just a holler away. The wind is a moody fellow. It can be very gentle at times and it can also be dark and angry. As a little girl, I use to love to play in the gentle wind and pretend I was flying. I use to think that it was God's way of giving me a hug. I still love to go for a walk in the wind, or rain for that matter. The sound it makes as it blows through the trees on a nice sunny day is so soothing to me. How can I doubt that there is a God, when all around me there are reminders of Him. I can see Him in all his creations, but I like to think that it is through the wind that I am able to feel His touch.  


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