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Are your ears awake?  Listen.  Listen to the wind words, the Spirit blowing…
Revelation 2:7 The Message

Wind blew hard as we were drifting off. And it felt like we were drifting on the sea, the way the wind sounded.

Wind like waves, slapping against the shore, then slipping back out again.

And this wind, sounding like wave upon wave, made leafy limbs creak like old bones, or old floorboards in a home sound asleep.

And the gentle, creaking music, carried on waves of wind, was as joy and gladness to my heart.

Then words of Psalm 104 whispered in the wind.

Bless the LORD, O my soul!

O LORD my God, You are very great.
You are clothed with splendor and majesty…

He lays the beams of His upper chambers in the waters;
He makes the clouds His chariot;
He walks upon the wings of the wind;

He makes the winds His messengers…

So I asked Him what message He might have for me this night of rushing winds.

As wind shook the ancient willows standing guard out back, words came to my heart that I felt were from His very own…

I wanted to spend a bit more time with you, my daughter, before this day is done.  I miss you while you slumber, head resting on pillow, wisps of hair clinging to your face.

I long for you, my dear one. I long for all my children. All the people on this planet, rushing like the wind back and forth, too busy to hear me or see me, sometimes inheriting only the wind in their rush.

And yet I Am eveywhere one looks, in all Creation. And my Word, inspired by the wind of my very breath, my Holy Spirit, constantly calls to hearts…

Come!

Come to me!

If only ears and hearts would open and listen. I speak of love, my love for all, my Love hung on a tree.

The Spirit of Christ, like a strong wind, has magnificently cleared the air, freeing you from a fated lifetime of brutal tyranny at the hands of sin and death.
Romans 8: 1-2 The Message

Wind moved unseen across my bedroom, flickering the bedside flame. Cool to the touch, it warmed my heart and I nestled next to Dearest Husband.

Mighty I Am arms wrapped around us, craddling, as I drifted drowsy.

Laying me down to sleep in peace.

Trusting that He who blows winds fierce while gently renewing hearts with his breath of life, will keep us safe…

~sheila

Photos of windmills in Iowa by son Matthew and Tiffany Fields, from their recent roadtrip relocation journey.