When the Winds Stop

My dreams were scattered all over the place. What I had hoped for was not materializing. Expectations of next steps were falling flat and I felt stuck. I had recently experienced some success, and now the winds had stopped blowing.

To distract me from myself, my husband and I went on a camping trip to the mountains of North Carolina. As we hiked up and down mountain paths, discovering beautiful scenery and all kinds of foliage and wildlife, I was beginning to feel better.

But then, it happened. Something so stupid, so preventable occurred. As I was stepping out of a tent, my foot caught on the zippered bottom section, and my body twisted around and I fell to the ground. Instantly, I knew my foot was hurt.

As I was lifted up off the ground, my foot began to throb. When asked to put weight on it, I realized it was worse than I had imagined.

In 1 Kings 19, Elijah had just experienced a spiritual high. He had demonstrated that God was alive and Baal was not. He has put the worshippers of Baal to the test by having them try to get their god to start a fire. When no fire started, He had his pile of wood soaked and then asked God to create a blaze. It was a spectacular demonstration of God’s power and should have given him lots of faith.

But as we all know, we usually sink into valleys after we visit the mountain tops. For Elijah, he encountered Jezebel, a queen that wanted him dead. So he retreated to a cave and stayed there until God came and whispered in his ear his next purpose.

The evening before we left the campground, I fell and am now in bed with two fractures in my ankle. Surgery is going to happen next week and I am trying to figure out what God is whispering to me.  It definitely isn’t the message I would’ve requested, but I’m sure there is a word of wisdom in this time.

Vern has been by my side almost the entire time I’ve been lying in bed. His presence has been calm and given me lots of peace.

Published by Cora Darrah

Hello. My name is Cora. I live in Durham, North Carolina with my husband and two French Bulldogs, Vern and Bee. For thirty-two years, I taught children with unique needs. When I was eligible for retirement, I decided it was time to explore life from a different perspective. So with pen and paper, I have taken up blogging about two of the most extraordinary pets I know. More important than my pooches, is my relationship with God. I love God! He has blessed me with the gift of writing and I want to share what he is teaching me as I look through the eyes of four legged friends. So if you would like to experience how God works in all his creatures, join us on our adventure! When I first started blogging, my Frenchie, Carl inspired me through his crazy antics. But as life has it, Carl had to leave this world at the tender age of four. After a period of mourning for my little guy, I brought Vern home where he has ruled the roost. Oh, did I mention Bee, the Frenchie with a girl attitude and enough spunk to keep Vern in line. Come along beside us as we dive into God’s word and learn morsels of the treasures that only the scriptures can teach us. Vern and Bee would love to get to know you as well, so please feel free to follow us and share your comments….

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