Sitting overlooking the lake before her, she senses something wrong...something wrong that is more than right. She cannot figure out what it is when the realization first hits her. The sky is so clear. Life is happening all around her in a fury of activity--nothing is still, but everything is calm.
Here she is, in the midst of what was once a storm, but now just a burst of forward motion, and no wind blew.
Could this really be ok? Or is something wrong? This peace is beyond her, above her, past anything of her comprehension. She cannot understand it, yet it IS all the same.
This time, she finds out, is when God can best speak to us. When our soul is calm and settled and unfretted. So she listens as no wind blows.
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