A Windblown Leaf

Will you frighten a windblown leaf and pursue dry chaff? (13:25)

I’m sure the reason these stick with me is because I spent most of the day yesterday writing about the desert – working on a chapter of my someday book. It’s a conundrum: the desert as a desolate place of trial and the desert as a place in which God’s comfort and intimate care is to be found. I find I go back and forth as I write and as I look at the pages of my life. All that said, the imagery of a windblown leaf and dry chaff feel appropriate.

What am I to make of a God that allows me and others to feel this way – windblown and scattered? It’s Job’s question, of course.

I know…God answers Job; but even that is not all that satisfying.

Here’s what I know: there are far more questions than answers when it comes to God and the story being written and told. Here’s what I don’t know: will I let that be or will I fight it – and God?

What would it be like for me to let myself be a windblown leaf today? I might see and experience all kinds of things that are impossible when hooked to a branch and a tree and roots and the soil. A bit scary. No, a lot scary. No wonder Job’s question: Will you frighten a windblown leaf and pursue dry chaff?

And no answer forthcoming. I think a breeze is coming up…