Winds of Change

Last night I sat in my bedroom cleaning out a box with miscellaneous stuff in it. While cleaning and tossing and putting away all the little odds and ends that had found there place in this box I came across a piece of paper with some thoughts I had jotted down about this time last year and I wanted to share them here.


I sit here in a car rider line having just scrambled for a pen. It's as I sit here, waiting to pick up Big Sister from a day camp, the winds begin to pick up and an ominous cloud moves overhead. The winds are billowing down on the nearby crepe myrtle trees, the basketball goals in the parking lot are rattling against the gusts, and as I sit here I begin to ponder the similarity of the bowing wind to that of the Holy Spirit in my life at times.

I pray for a fresh wind of the Holy Spirit in my life...a refreshing, cleansing, life giving breath of the Holy Spirit. However, when those winds are stronger and pushing against my stubbornness, bowing me over, I have this tendency to view it as a storm and not the Lord answering my cry for healing and life through the cleansing life giving wind and rain.  

As I sit here, these crepe myrtles are being shaken about and blossoms are being loosed into the wind. How many times in my own life do I stand staunch, resistant to the wind, not allowing anything to be loosed from my heart, clinging desperately to what is mine and often times being forced into a position of surrender and submission. So the questions this morning is this is the storm a storm or the Lord answering our cries with winds of change and adding life giving rain?