Blowing in the Wind, by Wendy DeRaud

 

 

 
The Father blows the breath of life into Adam, in Mark DeRaud's classic painting, "Creation of Adam". Oil on Canvas, 1995

 

 

 

“The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.” Bob Dylan

 

 

The wind has been persisting over the past week or even more. It is a soft wind that has a voice, and it is speaking something to me that I am meant to hear.

 

If you listen, you too may be hearing the way it is moving the trees all around us, now here, now there.

 

I can see that there is a rustling under the mock orange tree, where the jasmine and the ivy are both nodding, assuring me that I am to continue listening for the message of the wind.

 

A distant motor tries to override the sound I am seeking to hear, so instead, I focus more and watch for its visible signs instead. High in the grapefruit tree, the branches bob in response, and the voice of God continues to cry out. I want to know what the wind is telling me.

 

This wind may have the answers to the questions I have been asking. Questions we are all asking.

 

“The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.” Jesus 

This wind is creating an unsettling quality in the atmosphere. Though it is soft and gentle, it is arousing something in me, that I am to pay attention. I have been waiting for this moment.

 

All this time, the wind has been working on you and me, agitating us, unnerving us, unraveling the tension and breathing on us and in us something new, and activating more than can be perceived all at once. It may take time for us to fully comprehend this message.

 

 


As the world responds to my wind, so you are to respond to my leading.

As sailing vessels harness my wind in their sails and propel themselves forward and back, so you are to wait for the wind to move you forward. Your sails can be full or empty, as you wait expectantly. As your sail fills, you can capture me and the message I long to give through you.

Let me fill you and expand your heart, let me move you to a new harbor, let me give you insight, healing, and transform you from what you once were to a new creation in me.

 

Let my wind fan into flame the dormant coals of your creativity that lies still within your soul, waiting and burning in its red simmering heat.

 

My wind comes to disperse the fire so it can spread, travel further and grow bigger, bringing warmth and comfort, energizing and disseminating, through works of art, song, poetry, and passion, my expression deep within those fervent coals.


 

 

The wind is telling us something important. Our job is to watch, listen, then act.