There are other kinds of winds besides those made by God's hand.   I have mentioned the winds of change before and the breezes they blow through our lives.   Some are warm and welcoming like a warm zephyr on a sunny spring day, blowing through a field of wild flowers in a grassy meadow.    Others are like the frigid north wind blowing in with and artic breeze in a blizzard, that buries everything in its wake.   It makes everything you see dark gloomy and grey.   You may wonder if you will ever see the sun again.    Then there are the whirling spinning winds that uproot everything in its path like a tornado cutting through a small town like it is not even there, never seeing the lives it ruins.

     I myself always dread the winds of change.   I hate any change in my life.   I keep remembering a line from Rikki-Tikki-Tavi.  The muskrat says I am a very poor and humble man I never have spirit to run out in the middle of a room.   That is how I feel very timid not wanting in the middle of the winds of change.   There comes times in our lives when we must submit to the winds of change, for without change there can be no growth, and without growth there is certain death.

     Some of you will be puzzled by my thoughts, and others will understand exactly what I mean.  Those of us that have been buried by the huge sand dunes caused by some of the winds of change will know what I am talking about, but the thing to remember is you can move a mountain of sand if you do it one grain at a time.   My biggest problem is I have always tried to move huge boulders  bigger then myself.