The Wind is Blowing
“At least the wind isn’t blowing.”
If I had a dime
for each and every time
I heard my precious grandma
utter these words,
I would be one rich lady.
Every time we visited
this sweet momma of my daddy,
she always said,
“It’s a pretty nice day today, isn’t it?
At least the wind isn’t blowing.”
Unless, of course, the wind was.
Like today.
The wind started early this morning.
As I lowered the kitchen window
just a bit
to keep some of the dust
outside and not in,
I was reminded of her words.
And I wondered,
what was it about the wind
that had my Grandma
classifying days
as “nice” or “not so nice”
simply because of this invisible,
yet unmissable force of nature?
It’s possible a dislike of wind
might be hereditary
because I’m not a fan of wind either,
and yet,
when the wind blows,
and I feel the angst of it rise up inside me,
I remind myself it has a purpose.
Here in the southwest,
the wind ushers in much needed rain.
Long before a raindrop falls to the ground,
trees bend and sway
as wind announces “rain is on the way.”
And,
in the Spring
the wind swirls pollen
in the air like confetti.
Seeds that hold
the newness of life
ride on its current
and find their way
to a new beginning.
Wind.
Unseen,
but definitely not unnoticed.
Unexplainable,
but definitely
not without an explanation.
And maybe, just maybe,
this is the reason –
in the spiritual world,
wind and the Holy Spirit
are synonymous.
Here in a spiritually parched world,
the Holy Spirit ushers in
much needed latter rains.
Long before a heart responds
to His invitation,
situations and circumstances
bend and sway
as the Holy Spirit announces
“revival is on the way”.
And in a Spring season
of a “new thing”
God is doing,
the Holy Spirit
hovers over dead places.
Lives that yearn
to be born anew,
born again,
feel His breath
and breathe in
love,
joy,
peace,
patience,
gentleness,
kindness,
faithfulness,
self-control,
grace,
salvation,
redemption,
LIFE!
The Holy Spirit.
Unseen,
but definitely not unnoticed.
Unexplainable,
but definitely
not without explanation.
Even though
I can’t see the wind blowing today,
I can’t deny that it is.
Even though
we can’t always see
the Holy Spirit moving,
we can’t deny that He is.
Unlike the physical force of wind,
that finds me wishing it away
much like my Grandma,
I am in love
with the spiritual force
of His Spirit,
which finds me
welcoming it and inviting it in.
And,
while the determination
that wind
can either make a bad day good
or a good day bad
is a matter of
personal opinion and preference,
there is no arguing
that the Holy Spirit
is what makes
every moment of every day
beyond nice,
beyond good,
beyond anything
we could even think
or ever hope to imagine!
“At least the wind isn’t blowing.”
Today, it is.
And, surprisingly,
I am more than fine
with the fact that it is.
Today it is a physical reminder
of a preciously powerful
spiritual presence
in our world,
in my life,
in my very soul.
Today it is a physical reminder
of an invisible,
yet unmissable spiritual force
in my life
that I can’t afford to miss,
that I can’t ever begin
to live without.
Today, the wind is blowing.
May the Holy Spirit always be.
Blow, Holy Spirit, blow.
~Stacy
