Tumbling tumbleweeds. They go where the wind blows. Do you?
So light are they, with no roots to hold them in place. They change directions frequently. Do you?
If you are going to allow yourself to be blown around, then at the very
least ask that you may be guided by the most favorable breeze. “Fair winds,” you call it.
A tumbleweed does not
take a stand. Should you? In what spirit would you do so? In the spirit of love or righteousness? What is right to you may be wrong to
another. There is a fine line between
being blown about and digging in. Be
firm, but flexible. Stand tall, yet bend
a bit, and always ask to be guided. In this
way you are not a tumbling weed, but a blossoming flower … still growing, ever
learning, especially when you raise your face to the sun.