I was standing at the open kitchen window, washing dishes, when He caught me by surprise. The first cool breeze of fall played across my face. The wind blew soft and gentle into the room when my Father reminded me that He brings the wind.
The wind comes from His hand and washes my face with the awareness that He is near.
I love how God uses His creation as poetic symbols to remind us of Himself:
Like the rainbow . . .
I set My bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a sign of a covenant between Me and the earth. It shall come about, when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the bow will be seen in the cloud, and I will remember My covenant, which is between Me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and never again shall the water become a flood to destroy all flesh. (Genesis 9:13–15)
The spring rains . . .
Shower, O heavens, from above, and let the clouds rain down righteousness; let the earth open, that salvation and righteousness may bear fruit; let the earth cause them both to sprout; I the LORD have created it. (Isaiah 45:8)
The faithfulness of the dawn . . .
So let us know, let us press on to know the LORD. His going forth is as certain as the dawn . . . (Hosea 6:3)
All elements of His creation whisper to us the reality of the unseen.
He woos me with beauty, awakens my wonder, and leads me to worship.
The wind is a reminder of the movement of His Spirit. Remember Jesus’ use of the wind as an illustration for spiritual birth? We aren’t in control of the wind’s movement. We can harness the wind’s power, but we can’t generate or control a wind that moves across the globe like the jet stream.
The wind moves when and where God directs it. In the same way, His Spirit moves, touches, influences, sometimes “shakes” whomever He chooses.
Remember the description of the Spirit as He poured out Himself on believers on the day of Pentecost in Acts 2?
“And suddenly there came from heaven a noise like a violent rushing wind . . .”
Again, the wind serves as a metaphor of the Spirit. On the day of Pentecost it came crashing in powerfully, breaking up the status quo, and forever changing the landscape of their lives—big and boisterous like an untamed cyclone.
I’ve never seen the Spirit move quite like that, but He moves me in the still moments when He brings a sacred reminder of Himself—through the refreshing wind, or the rainbow He beams through the clouds, and the faithful dawn greeting me once again.
He invites me to recognize His hand at work, to pause and stand in wonder at the wind on my face, to see beyond to the unseen, and worship Him.
Today as you feel the wind on your face, let it be a reminder to you of where that wind comes from and pause to worship our Heavenly Father. Perhaps believers across the globe are thanking Him today for that same cool breeze across their face—a refreshing gift from the Father’s hand.
How will you worship Him today?