The wind howls, blowing away any vestiges of doubt or denial about whose I am.
The ½ moon hovers silently overhead.
Church bell wind chimes call forth my praise for the God who made the wind.
Clacking of the still bare tree branches urge me, “onward, onward; waste no time.”
Whirring of the wind generator reminds me of the continuity of the life—spinning on andon even through the winds of change.
God asks, “Who made the wind?”
The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course. (Ecclesiastes 1:6 NIV)
for he views the ends of the earth and sees everything under the heavens. When he established the force of the wind and measured out the waters, when he made a decree for the rain and a path for the thunderstorm, (Job 28:24-26)
Then Moses stretched out his hand over the sea, and all that night the LORD drove the sea back with a strong east wind and turned it into dry land. The waters were divided, (Exodus 14:1 NIV)
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Friday, April 3, 2009
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