The Wind

"The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit." John 3:8 (NIV)

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I wanted to chart You, to predict where You would move next like weather on a forecast.

I made rules for how You should behave, and grew frustrated when You would not keep them.

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But You are wind, not machinery.

You blow where You please, not where I schedule.

I have watched You move in a stranger's kindness I could not explain, in a sermon that undid me though I had heard it a hundred times, in a door that closed so a better one could open.

I could not tell where You came from.

I could not tell where You were going.

I only knew, after, that You had passed through.

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Forgive me for trying to cage what was always meant to be free.

You do not answer to my calendar.

You are Lord even of the timing I cannot control.

Wind of God, blow through me even where I cannot trace You.

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A Prayer of Thanksgiving

Thank You, Holy Spirit, for moving on Your own terms and not mine.

Thank You for the freedom of Your unpredictable love.

Teach me to trust what I cannot chart. Amen.

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