It was the warm, gusty air of spring that made me murmur, “Speak to me through the wind…”
And today, as I walked—blown again on my way—I remembered.
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It was a bright May day. The blasts were strong enough to hold up my whole weight. And they were well-aimed—the Breath of God to my soul…
Here’s an excerpt of what landed in my journal the next day:
Wind is invisible, yet its effects are obvious… He reminded me of John 3:8. Oh, how I long for the Holy Spirit to move me, vibrating to the very core of who I am. How I long to be so infused with His presence that His effect will be seen and felt by all around. Just one glance, even from a distance, at a swaying tree and the conclusion is easy—wind. What conclusion does one look at me yield? Oh Jesus, may it ever be “Spirit-filled”…
On my return trek home I was thinking, praying, bouncing along, when He halted me and bade me, “See.” Only a short distance away a large bald eagle teetered awkwardly as he fought the wind and tried to maintain his perch on a fence post. I watched as he spread his wings and a draft of wind carried him away until he soared high overhead. There he glided majestically through the air, riding on the wind.
And there I stood, tucked in my hood, wondering why we so often cling to our fence posts and fight the wind when—if only we would spread our wings of faith—we could be soaring… Oh, to be borne up by the Spirit itself, moved by His will, peace-filled, free… Oh, to declare the majesty of the One who carries us… I see more clearly now what it means to rest in Christ, to trust Him, to rise to new heights—on wings of faith.
“But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.” Isaiah 40:31