I grew up in Southern Alberta, a place that is constantly scoured by the wind. Warm air comes in off the Pacific, runs up over the Rockies dumping moisture, then comes racing down across the plains creating trees like this
Shaped, moulded, and formed by the wind, whether it likes it or not.
For me, this has always been an image of the work of God in our lives. The word for Spirit in both Hebrew and Greek is the same word for breath or wind. The Spirit blows where it will; shaping, moulding, and forming us, whether we like it or not.
One thing I love about my commitment to spend more time in silence this Lenten season is how it forces me to pay attention. To pay attention to the blowing of the Spirit in my life. To take a moment and be really present in everything that is going on.
To ask the question, “How is God here, right now?”