For one thing, the hills of shifting sand. Peaceful, able to be moved by the wind of God. There are times I can relate to that.
Other times I can relate to the barren look. Mostly that happens when I turn away from God. Those times, I feel like the windmills, turning restlessly with whatever comes along.
The overarching blue, with clouds, remind me God is always over me; His Spirit walks with me. I am never out of His sight or His ability to change my circumstances.
Even as a windmill, I am rooted, rock deep, in His love! The guardrail, my Protector, keeps me on my road.
