May. 31, 2009
Pentecost
Posted in Family Life
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The wind is everywhere here. It blows fresh and cool with birdsong in the morning. In the afternoon it gathers the thunderheads from the mountains and carries them across the plain, changing the blue water to gray. In the winter it brings warmth to melt the snow. In the spring the wind is brisk and reminds me that we’re not home yet. The summer’s wind makes the aspen leaves shimmer, and carries the hawk, soaring, high above us. Like the breath of the Holy Spirit that stirs my cold embers into flame, it blows.
The wind is always blowing. And I am on the lake, in my boat. Without the sail of my faith, I cannot respond to it. But with my sail unfurled, I can fly. May you know the Wind and the Fire this Pentecost. |
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May. 30, 2009 - beautiful post!
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Posted by Anonymous
May. 31, 2009 - Beautiful....
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