There is nothing quite like the wind blowing in your hair at a high rate of speed. I drive a convertible. It’s my secret (or not so secret) indulgence.
I was transporting my 5-year old granddaughter one day in my convertible Beetle with the top down. She was shaking her head back and forth as we rode through Orlando and the wind blew wildly about her downy hair. Lily elicited these prophetic words “Mimi, wouldn’t it be great if we could ride like this forever?”
Lily gets it. That feeling of riding free with a sense of flying as the wind moves through your hair and the sun shines warmly upon your face. It’s a heady experience (no pun intended) and it’s joyful too.
God is like that to me. It’s the wind in my hair, the sun in my face and the feeling of lightness. The good news is that we can ride like that forever…as fast as we want.