With eyes closed, I let the velvety breeze sweep across my eyelids as I imagine that what I'm feeling is really the hand of God. I pretend that, with one touch, He erases the images of the world frought with tragedy and disease that these eyes have seen. As the wind twirls through my hair I imagine my worried thoughts melting into the air somewhere. Suddenly, the wind begins to whip wildly around me, shaking leaves free from branches to float and skip along the ground. In this fierceness I too am being shaken free. He's calling me out, telling me that there's more for me than just resting in this healing place. The wildness and adventure of life with Him is still there, waiting for me to jump back in.