Santa Ana winds have arrived. They are whipping my trees around, especially my comparatively young and slim Jacaranda. I always worry that its smaller, long branches will break off. But they simply bend and twist and rise up in the wind…. getting stronger as they are battered.

There’s a lesson or two here for me. When hardships and trials come my way, I’m to soften my rigid stance and bend.

When adversaries pummel me from every side, I’m to yield to the blows (and perhaps offer the other “cheek”) and count it a joy.

These don’t understand that buffeting makes me stronger and even cleans out those old dead leaves and twigs of pride and selfishness, allowing me to breathe.

So thank You God, for sending the winds of adversity! I spread my feet and lift my arms and head. Clean me well!