Sometimes I feel like a whisked dandelion seed being carried away by the wind. But do I always trust the wind.I find myself sulking when my dreams crash, my efforts fail, I miss on what I desire. I try resisting the course of events ... try making a twist in the tale ... never knowing if it's my decision or just the influence of the grand plan making me work. You might say a dandelion seed is helpless against the mighty wind . But I would hate to believe that I am helpless. So when I flow aimlessly towards an uncertain future ... I would rather believe being whisked by a wind I trust.In the language most understood by humans ... I would like to name that wind God.
Trust is a divine endeavour and some silly times it's better to let go and trust God's Plan.