Suddenly, there was a sound from heaven like the roaring of a mighty windstorm, and it filled the house where they were sitting. —Acts 2:2
I sleep in the open area at the top of the stairs now that the kids are here. I don’t mind this for some good reasons. I don’t have a window I can open though, so a warm evening on the second floor stays warm.
One night, as chance would have it, an open bed presented itself right beside a window I opened wide. The early morning breeze rolled over, soothed, and refreshed me in what can be called bliss. In all of this, I kept in mind Pentecost Sunday. The image of the mighty windstorm made me smile in the tranquility of the moment, reminding me that the Spirit of God still (and always) is upon us—sometimes strong, sometimes gentle. These thoughts turned in to a beautiful, drifting prayer in the half sleep of the quiet hour. The breeze brought God to me and me to God.
Now that the warm weather is upon us, pay attention to the breeze. Particularly, pay attention to what the breeze does to your skin and to your soul. Let what roared through the church with the strength to lift a roof lift you in the joy of knowing that God delights in you. May you smile like I did. May your prayers drift like mine did, too. Just let them float. It will go where it needs to go.
PRAYER: Holy Spirit, dance with us. Be strong when needed. Be soft when necessary. And be sure to remind us that You’re always with us when the breeze blows.