In Texas it seems that it has to be windy for the outdoor temp to drop quickly as I laid in bed one night recently and listened to it howl. Just the laying in bed part was huge progress for me because I used to be terrified of strong wind…especially during the night and you’d find me standing in the middle of the house praying.

Going through the scary parts of life is a downside to living solo. There’s no one here to hold onto, or comfort you with reassuring words like, “It’ll be okay.” I find strength in my Higher Power, so this season of living solo has increased my faith immeasurably. All I have to do is scan over my past history and the fact that I’m sitting here writing this today is proof of His protection and grace through every harsh moment.

For anyone new to this blog, this little house was built in the middle of a family of oak trees. I’m sure the trees were small when the house was being built and probably seemed like a good challenge to nestle it in here, but the builder didn’t think what the trees would do over the years. Trees grow and become vessels of wind which makes the house vulnerable. Bottom line….high winds make Barb feel vulnerable.

In a world where ‘seeing is believing’, is the norm, our faith is the opposite. Every time this song comes on the radio it stops me in my tracks and draws me near. A peaceful life is contingent on what we believe and what trumps every belief the world pushes on us is acknowledging my Higher Power in knowing He’s not done yet. Whatever situation arises, I’ll continue to lift my head toward Him and whisper, “I believe you.”