Wings of the Wind

It is early morning, shortly after daybreak, and I am sitting at the edge of Lake Michigan on the beach. The air is quite chilly – I am snug in my sweatshirt.

The clouds have rolled across the sky like a carpet.

The wind is steady.

The waves are large for a lake. But the sound is so soothing.

I find it all quite beautiful.

I turn on my iPhone and click to the Psalms – it is a very “Psalms” kind of moment.

Here is what came up:

“You lay out the rafters of your home in the rain clouds. You make the clouds Your chariot; You ride upon the wings of the wind.”

Amen.