Some how, inexplicably, my house went quiet- all my little kids were gone. They had ended up going here and there with whomever. Beauty beckoned me out of my bedroom and into the humming expectancy of spring. Baby grandson was slung tight against my heart, dog close and loose, I slipped out of quiet. Though I usually run, head down watching, I walked and wondered. Baby squiggled and fussed and I murmured Granny sounds against his head. I chafe, often, against rest and contemplation, but I stopped today. I heard the sound of the wind. It rubbed, whispering, in my ears and called me to behold.
the texture of trees
the language of the birds
the bursts of color
I can’t see it, but I see it’s power- it makes bushes sing, buoys up flight, ruffles the brook, bows the grass, wears away edges.
God calls me to remember One I can not see
“The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.” John 3:8
Lord, let me trust You moving me, prodding and pushing. Let me not buckle when Your storms snap my dead branches. Let me hear You whisper in my heart and follow the call to obey regardless of the task- pouring kindness on anger, understanding on the fallen, grace on the offensive, healing on the broken. Help me not not run when You wear away my edges- smoothing and shaping my soul. Let me always remember that You are the Lord of the Storm and I am safe in Your love. Lift my head from my feet and my desperate struggle to keep from falling and Look Up to the Son and feel You sing over me. I praise You for the Sabbath rest. I long for the last day that I weep. The last day fear defeats me. The last day I beg for strength to believe in Your love. The last day of this veil.
LET THE WIND BLOW THE TRUMPET AND LET JESUS COME