Finding God’s Presence ~ Learning to Listen to the Wind Maker
A rush of wind swept through the treetops like the sound of crashing waves, its power witnessed in the bending of branches and the tousling of remaining leaves. Yet far below the forest canopy I walked in a broad patch of sunshine without the slightest breeze. In fact, I knew the blast of wind came only because I heard its whistle and saw its effects above me.
But in the sunshine I couldn’t feel the wind.
My spirit stirred and I knew this was a God-moment.
I’m listening, Lord.
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