Have you seen the wind?
There's such definite presence when it blows in, yet it's indefinable in appearance--except by those things which attempt to define it: piles of leaves, dust, roadside trash, powdery snow, ruffling porch flags, inverted umbrellas.
Wind is not a friend, really. God used winds from different directions to bring about different outcomes—wind and rain with one direction; locusts with another. Pooh called it 'blustery' for a reason! If we put a face on the wind, I think it would be as nondescript as the rest of wind. But purposeful! Pointed, perhaps.
What's odd is that something so invisible is yet so tangible. Something so unfriendly is something we're prone to strive to be like. (Oh, just not the blustery part, right?)
No, the part that moves things. We want to be movers and shakers. We want things to happen and happen with speed. We want to sweep people off their feet...swirl our ideas about. We want to go faster and faster, acquiring more and more elements along the way--seeking to define ourselves.
Do you see me?! Do you know me?! Move with me!!
Wind meets a shut door or window.
OOOPH!
Taken out of the sails....
Losing speed. Losing intensity. Losing acquired "identity."
And when I can "Be still" and wonder about the wind and the Source of the wind, instead of trying to be the wind.... Then I become invisible and purposeful and properly pointed, like the wind. (And, maybe, not even blustery!)
There's such definite presence when it blows in, yet it's indefinable in appearance--except by those things which attempt to define it: piles of leaves, dust, roadside trash, powdery snow, ruffling porch flags, inverted umbrellas.
Wind is not a friend, really. God used winds from different directions to bring about different outcomes—wind and rain with one direction; locusts with another. Pooh called it 'blustery' for a reason! If we put a face on the wind, I think it would be as nondescript as the rest of wind. But purposeful! Pointed, perhaps.
What's odd is that something so invisible is yet so tangible. Something so unfriendly is something we're prone to strive to be like. (Oh, just not the blustery part, right?)
No, the part that moves things. We want to be movers and shakers. We want things to happen and happen with speed. We want to sweep people off their feet...swirl our ideas about. We want to go faster and faster, acquiring more and more elements along the way--seeking to define ourselves.
Do you see me?! Do you know me?! Move with me!!
Wind meets a shut door or window.
OOOPH!
Taken out of the sails....
Losing speed. Losing intensity. Losing acquired "identity."
And when I can "Be still" and wonder about the wind and the Source of the wind, instead of trying to be the wind.... Then I become invisible and purposeful and properly pointed, like the wind. (And, maybe, not even blustery!)
One hand full of rest is better than two fists full of labor and striving after wind.—Ecclesiastes 4:6
Comments
"And when I can "Be still" Getting to "the Source"
"handful of rest" is worth more than two fists full of labor and striving after the wind."
Some treasures here, Sue J, for me to ponder.
Thanks!
I love this Sue J. Treasures being pondered over here too. ;)
Oh... and I love the photo! HaHa!
But your post was deep thinking and I really enjoyed it alot.
Excellent, as always.
Perhaps, this is why we long to be the wind?
My grandfather, who was a fire chief, used to say the 2 things that were the scariest to him were wind and lightening. No one can control them but God.
I too have to agree with Chatty Kelly...the blue "thang" was a little scary for me...and I was trying to figure it out?!?!
I loved your analogy. How great to know we don't have to be the wind. But, it's hard to slow down and wait for our divine breeze to blow, to guide, to direct.
Great writing.