The wind is blowing today. The high winds are getting a lot of notice here in Los Angeles County because of the fires.

I’m not in danger of fire. But the winds are making me nervous.

It’s an old story these winds, They happen at regular intervals. As I write this, I am thinking of how I am weary of how predictable my life is at the moment.

And those winds are huffing and puffing. That’s another old story.

The big bad wolf—he wants those tasty pigs and he has the power to blow their house down.

He can blow all their safety apart.

And the pigs have built their security in different ways, the first with the straw, the next with sticks and the last with solid bricks.

Those pig houses took a little planning to construct. I am pretty sure the pigs were all doing what was true to their character. They saw the work that had to be done and went to it.

It wasn’t special. It was a regular, tedious long task that had to be done.

Tedious, that is, until it was the most important thing in their world.

The first AND the second pig ran over to the brick house that the last pig put together to shelter himself, the hairs of his chinny-chin-chin and he saved his two pig brothers too.

The wind is howling and huffing around me as I sit in my safe strong house. I’m moping because I’m stuck in a rut of still feeling sick and tired of these cancer treatments. It feels so long and tedious. I’m impatient with it.

But the story reminds me that it is worth it. All the things I am doing to stay safe and the choices I make are going to make me and the ones close to me happier.

That wind is scary out there, but it’s also exciting. It’s lending a little drama to my day. I know I’d rather do the tedious work of the brick pig than the foolish work of the straw pig.

The work practices that I’ve built with the character and disciple are worth it. Even when it feels boring and like it doesn’t matter.

The wind is reminding me of the big bad wolf that I am fighting against and is encouraging me even as I work through the next set of stuff in front of me. I’m the brick pig.