The wind at Sleeping Bear creates art. Here in the hollows the wind is funneled and intensified and only the weightiest of the dune composites can resist. And even these bulky bits of shell and gravel are aligned into artistic "waves."
There are times in my life when God's wind blows over me. It's not hurricane force — just a steady, compelling wind. There has been neither the storm of tragedy nor flood of blessing that wakes my soul — just the dogged, daily, awareness of a God who pursues me. What is left behind is the weightier things — the things of substance; the things that really matter; things of great beauty — relationships with family, friends, neighbors, and the need to take care of their physical and spiritual needs. Thanks be to God for His consistent, persistent love.
