Wind in my wingsWhere Does the Wind Come From?

Amie asked the question the other day after the heat of the day had given way to the cool of the evening. I immediately hitched up my mind and started into a scientific explanation of high and low pressure’s and other minutia that matters little.

“No, no, no, that’s not what I mean” she said, “What I mean is: when it’s boiling hot and your sweating to death
(0, I forgot women don’t sweat- they simply perspire!) and suddenly there is a rustling of the breeze and it’s like sooo cooling and like it was meant just for you at that moment.” That stopped my scientific mind in its tracks(not that I have a very scientific mind anyway) and made me think on a different level.

I knew exactly what she meant. Sitting there that evening, listening to the cool stirring of the breeze in the rustle of
aspen greenery made me contemplate. It is mysterious isn’t it. You’re dying a slow death of heat exhaustion, maybe taking a hike or working hard in the sun and then you hear it coming. Just this faint whisper on the wind, this stirring of the air and 0 how it refreshes you when it hits the sweat on your brow. Like God intended it just for you, at that moment, in that time of need.

That’s exactly where David was. His enemies were too strong for him. His soul was being hounded and his strength was about to fail. When God sent from above and delivered Him. David cries out in thanks: “I will call upon the Lord who is worthy to be praised, So shall I be saved from my enemies.

The Lord liveth and blessed be my rock and let the God of my salvation be exalted” Psalm 18:3,46)
In your distress, cry to the Lord- He still flies on the wings of the wind.
Because of grace,

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