Soar, land, and sway

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One snowy, very cold day I set out on a walk, and after a while, I sat down on the edge of the bluffs of the Mississippi River to enjoy a few minutes of prayerful time. As I sat there, it was easy to feel a bit agitated. The wind was blowing all of my stuff around, it was snowing on my glasses – ugh, I really don’t care for cold weather! And it was so cold.

But I was watching a few eagles, and I saw them using the wind to help them soar. They weren’t dreading the wind or beaten down by it – they were soaring with it.

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