Blade of Grass

Today, I was sitting on a bench. I noticed something on the ground. It was some sort of plant matter, dried up and yellow/brown. Maybe a stem from a flower, maybe a blade of grass. Something vaguely like that; if I had to guess, a small blade of grass. It was detached from the ground and moving freely in the wind. I watched as it sat near a raised curb on the sidewalk. Several times, maybe 5, I watched as the wind pushed the grass to the edge of the curb, even over the edge so it should've fallen onto the street, and then as the wind pushed it back up onto the sidewalk.

I realized this was a sign from God. (The way I know this is abstract and difficult to explain. I guess I could describe it as, "God Himself puts the idea in my head", similar to how one's eyes put the idea of depth or color into one's head.) The grass represented me, and all those who struggle, but keep their faith in the Lord. The edge of the curb, and the street below, represented things we fear. The first wind represented life's troubles. Like the first wind, life's troubles threaten to push us over the edge, leaving us hopeless and abandoned. Sometimes like the grass, we can even be in free-fall, hanging over the edge of the cliff, with nothing to hold onto.

The second wind, that pushed the grass back up to "safety", represented God. In this state of free-fall, where logically, everything should be hopeless and doomed, God is still able to do the impossible, and move us back to safety.

That last part is the core message: God does not forsake us, even in times where it seems we're hopelessly falling, and nothing can stop it. God is still with us during these difficult times, and can still work miracles that are impossible to our logic. (And now that I think about it, God has done this many times in my life. There's no way I should be alive today. I should have died 100 times over by now, but God expertly worked through the tangled mess of life, and carefully kept me alive, while ensuring I learned something from each hardship. This isn't something exclusive to me - it's available to every person reading this. Turn to Him (God/Father, Jesus/Son, Holy Spirit) and humbly open your life and soul to Him, and He will give you just the same as He has given to me.)

God then told me to write about the experience, and post it here, with its meaning.