Sunday, September 16, 2007

The Wind Blows

Dawn found us again in the field, each of us spread about a block apart, awaiting the dove. The sun rose, and everything was beautiful…fresh…peaceful. There was a heavy dew. Rabbits were hopping about. I could hear the sound of a gas pumpjack starting and stopping, muffled by distance, to the south of where I was sitting. A huge hawk circled over the sunflower field, looking for his breakfast. He was absolutely gorgeous. There was plenty of cloud cover, and the temperature was cool. You could see Zack’s breath as he wove in and out of the sunflowers - a beautiful sight.

In all the hustle and bustle of our days, times like this are precious to me. A breeze blows across my brow – a gentle reminder that the Father, He who created heaven and earth, is here with me.

Give me a chair in a field at dawn, with my Father, any day - and the awareness to recognize it as an appointed time.

“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


jonboy said...

Nice post.

SpookyRach said...


Sandy Kessler said...

wow what a description!!WOW

Janie said...

Thanks, Jon, Rach & Sandy. One thing is definitely happening getting Zack out - I'm able to appreciate quiet. Beauty. Outside. No mobile phone. Nature.

And God.

Rach said...

Glad you are finding joy in God :).

Janie said...

Rach - thanks, sweetie.