The wind comes and the stalk obeys it’s command.
The wind comes and the stalk bends, moves, and makes ripples across the land.
“For behold, He who forms mountains and creates the wind And declares to man what are His thoughts, He who makes dawn into darkness And treads on the high places of the earth, The LORD God of hosts is His name.” -Amos 4:13
Long ago, or not so long ago, the Farmer planted a seed within you. A dream. A vision. A something that you know is the way you should go, the way you should bend. The wind comes and nestles, pushes up against your rooted self. You know what’s being commanded. So, why do you resist? Obey. Look at the way they move together. This is holy. This is for you.
It’s almost time, the harvest is near.
Tell me, what is being asked of you today?