A Word from the Fallen Leaves

The morning began with a strong wind blowing across the land sending trees limbs into a waving frenzy and leaves on the ground racing to some unknown stopping place.  The leaves had dried, fallen, turned into a mat by the rain, and then dried again.  For so long they had laid in place waiting to become compost and then came the wind.  Perhaps, it had seemed that their destination had been reached when they landed on the dirt beneath the tree which spawned them, but such was not to be as the found themselves caught up by the morning wind.    

To watch the brown dried leaves on their journey to someplace unknown was like hearing a Word from the Creator of the wind and the leaves reminding me to pray for the abandonment of the wind blown leaves.  The old Celtic saints were known for pilgrimages, or journeys to wherever God might take them.  They would get into a small round boat that had no rudder or oar and go where the current and the wind would taken them.   Our goings with God are always model a bit more caution.  

So often we speak of being willing to go wherever God wants us to go, to do whatever God wants us to do, but then we go ahead measure in a pragmatic way any sense of being taken out of what makes life comfortable for us.  When Jesus invites us to follow, it is always to an unknown destination.  Instead of plotting the journey, He calls us to abandon ourselves to the blowing Wind which takes us to the unknown places of His Will.  Those morning leaves blown by the wind invite me to pray for abandonment to whatever the Wind of God would do with my life.