We are 4 hours into a 12 hour drive across Arizona, New
Mexico, and parts of Texas.
It sounded great on paper to make such a drive – but then
again, Communism sounds good on paper…
Already we have made a bathroom stop, played referee to stop
a backseat brawl, realized what we forgot to pack, and listened to 40 hits from
the 80’s. We also thanked God for the
wind; it made the morning drive much cooler.
That being said, I know that wind is not a blessing for
everyone. It surely cost the lives of 19
brave firefighters in Yarnell, Arizona last Sunday. It messes up hair, changes golf scores, and
takes boats off course. I have even seen a marked difference in behavior in my classroom when the wind is blowing; the tumult in the air causes a tumult in their behavior.
Wind is a mixed bag (a windbag, as it were). Jesus calmed it for the disciples, God spoke
through it to one of His own, and it is often used as one of the adjectives for
the Holy Spirit. That same wind scared
Peter and caused him to take his eyes off of Jesus.
As I write, I can see wind stir up the sediment on the
desert floor of New Mexico.
It behooves me to think: When God’s stirs me, do I acquiesce and blow like that dust
or do I take my eyes off Him?
Most of the time, I blow it (all puns intended) and try and
“understand” it all instead of trusting in His love, His care, and His movement in my life.
As the great philosopher / band Kansas once said, “All we
are is dust in the wind.”
Just a thought... now back to the 80's music.
Amberly
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