A whisper in the wind…

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I like a breeze. A natural breeze, not a fan or air conditioning, but the breeze of nature. A light breeze that refreshes. 

When I watch the storm clouds roll in the sky, which happens with regular frequency in Florida, I feel the breeze before the storm. It’s a heady experience to sit and watch as the clouds billow over and the breeze starts to pick up swirling and churning the skies. It’s a warning or a reminder…I’m not sure which. But I know that God is not far away and is powerful.

Maybe that’s how God speaks to us sometimes. I feel a the wisp of air on my neck and it reminds me that I need some time with God in prayer. I feel a whisper and I know that I need to be still and wait for the storm to calm. I sense a breeze in my mind and I am renewed. My thoughts become clear.

I stand still and I let that feeling wash over me and I am calm. I am refreshed. I remember.

God is not far away…

He sends his word and melts them; he stirs up his breezes, and the waters flow. Psalm 147:18 (NIV)

A place of peace…

 

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Years ago when I was expecting my first child, the lamaze instructor was adamant that I find a place in my memory that was peaceful. It was to be somewhere that my mind could wander and calm my soul. It took me about a minute to pinpoint my sweet spot of undiluted happiness.

I was lucky enough to grow up with amazing parents. Not perfect, but wonderfully made and so loving to me. 

Our Miami home was located on a beautiful spring-fed lake with gentle winds that cooled our home. The back yard was impressive with a seawall overlooking the lake and shaded by a huge oak tree which served as the host for a large wooden swing.

This swing was my place of peace. Hours and hours spent with my Dad talking about everything and nothing. Quiet and solitude. His dreams for my future and my Dad’s memories of his past. It was absolutely heavenly.

While in a long labor, I kept my mind mentally on that swing. I was in a labor and delivery room but I could hear a soothing voice and a soft breeze. It made a difficult time more bearable.

To this day, I go there. I go back to my swing and I talk to my Dad. He’s not with me anymore but I know he waits and I am comforted. 

I know he waits for me with Jesus. 

Peace fills my heart and I am calm.