I look out of my windows and see the big pine tree bend and sway, each branch dances (whether out of joy or fright I'm not yet sure) and in the distance there are mountains. The mountains look so picturesque with the sun behind them creating a halo-effect.
I've said this before but of course I'll say it again, I love the wind, like you have no idea. If I could stand in the midst of a hurricane or tornado just for the wind, I might. Because just before the storm hits, everything stops. The animals and people get silent and it gets harder to breathe as the humidity rises and the wind picks up. You know something's coming. It's that heart-stopping moment of joy combined with curious anticipation.
I was journaling this morning about how I feel the same way. And now that I think about it, this feeling has been going on for awhile.
That feeling before the storm. You know something is coming. You see it in the clouds, hear it from the birds, and as the wind continues to grow fiercer you feel it in your heart as it beats rapidly. You don't know what to expect so there's the curiosity, but yet you know that whatever it is is something powerful, something worth waiting for so you wait eagerly. The spirit can feel it. God is doing something, it's coming. I'm not sure what it is, but I want to be caught up in the middle of it for sure.
You know that scene in Disney' Pocahontas (maybe you don't) where she sings Colors of the Wind and the wind and leaves are whipping around her?
Yeah, that's kinda what I feel like. Except, a lot cooler cause I never really liked Pocahontas. Anyway...
That's what the wind always reminds me of, especially during tornado season. That's one thing I love about living in a valley, the wind. It reminds me that the spirit is always moving. And that He is powerful. And that I'm not the only one who understands. And that I am safe in His arms.
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