The authority of the wind, the breath of God

I stood beneath the pine grove at the crest of the hill. Autumn leaves shimmied in the breeze. Floating. Twirling. Submitting to the authority of the wind, the breath of their Creator. Storm clouds pressed eastward leaving an October indigo sky in its wake.

My World Stood Still, But for The Wind

The crisp air blew against my face running its fingers through my hair. My world stood still, but for the wind. The gentle persuasion of the breeze continued. It wooed me. It beckoned me to remember my God.

Deep within me, I heard His delicate whisper:

“‘Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit,’ said the Lord of Hosts.”

The authority of the wind, the breath of God

By My Spirit …

HIS Spirit.

I considered what the Lord was telling me. The Hebrew word for Spirit is ru’ach meaning breath, breeze, or wind.

There was a message in the wind.

The Breath of God Breathed on Me

Relentless spiritual battles had left me weary and worn. It was becoming more difficult to “count it all joy” — these trials of gut-wrenching magnitude. I had been trying to find my way through the difficult places in my own strength, my own wisdom, and my own way.

And not His.

I knew it and so did my God.

In His tender watch-care of a weary child, the Lord sent me a message in the wind.

In that moment, I realized that almost as naturally as the wind blew against my face, the oppression lifted. My circumstances didn’t change — and still haven’t — but my spirit came alive again.

The authority of the wind, the breath of God

The breath of God breathed on me and returned joy and hope. His breath bathed me in His perfect peace.

And now I walked in that peace.

Beneath the pine grove.

With the fingers of the October wind tousling my hair.

The breath of God …

The Autumn Leaves Surrender to the Authority of the Wind

Like the autumn leaves shimmying on the wings of the wind, my spirit danced in the presence of the Lord. His breath of life refreshed me, lifting me from the darkest pit.

With outstretched arms — there beneath the pine grove — I twirled and spun before the Lord, an offering of praise to the Giver of life.



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