Air and Wind

It was a Day Trip, a visit to the sea, a change of scene, a change of air. The air was so fresh and the wind ran its mischievous fingers through our hair blowing the cobwebs away.

A change is as good as a rest, so we say, and this was true of this day.if the air had been still, hot and full of smells, (as it can get in some towns) – it would not have been so pleasant a day, the air would lacked that special quality of freshness. You, know what I am trying to say; sometimes it’s not a change in location that’s needful but a change in the air which we breathe.

This is true of our churches, fellowships and social circles and very much with ourselves… We need a change in the air, in the atmosphere and a change in the air is brought by wind. It is the wind which brings freshness, cleanses and blows the cobwebs away. The wind brings change and movement which is so needful to freshen, renew and waken us up to life,

When God’s Spirit blows we are best to open our doors and windows to let him blow through our hearts, to breathe in us like breath in a flute or oboe, like the air in a big pipe organ, it is so much better to let him make music to accompany us in our singing and dancing; then it is to nail up all the shutters and oppose Him .. and thereby lose our vitality.

I write like this, because I believe in God, and know his presence in all his creatures and all created things, in water, in air, in stillness in movement, in quietness and in sound. I know there are those who do not believe as I do, but I wish them the pleasure and enjoyment of all these, good, wonderful things, the balm and medicine of life, fresh air. I cannot give my faith. I can only wish you well and all the blessings of this life.

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Water.

Monday morning and I wonder if I can summon enough energy for this morning. Let alone the rest of the week.

At such a time I am sure to find on my favourite Word Press sites, pictures and a fullness of inspiring quotes and comments but it does occur to me that there are many with low energy resources who may feel too tired and drained even to look. Yes, there are many, many inspiring scriptures to encourage our heart, soul and spirit if only we have the energy to look fur them to read them. The largeness if that little word if should not be underestimated at such times. A person drained of physical energy is like a soggy leaf sitting on top of a puddle, going nowhere fast, well at least for ‘a time, and times and a half a time’ (Daniel 12 v7)

Sitting quietly I was given a vision of cascading white, white water, tumbling down with energy, power, speed – living, vital water.

Water does more than satisfy thirst, it brings life to dry, thirsty places, the Holy Spirit carries the word of God, it provides the power and energy, just as as water turns wheels to power a mill, or make electricity ..

Sitting by a such a waterfall I would consider myself a very foolish woman if I did not reach out and taste this gift, for myself. Believe me, I have and can find the energy to do this, like the water it is given.

If you read this and are tired, then I pray that “Coming to Jesus as you are, weary, worn and sad .. You will find your thirst quenched your soul revived.. “He is our resting place, but more than that He gives power to live by, life in all it’s fullness and abundance – be blessed, taste and see how gracious The Lord is (Psalm 34)

Prickly me

I read somewhere that 5 minutes just looking at an object such as a flower or even a single leaf was beneficial. So, I thought I would give it a try, and this little cacti garden in a pot was sitting right there.

Yes it was intriguing, 3 different little cacti all with one thing in common -the prickles. If I had more than 5 minutes I would have been tempted to take a pencil and draw each one. A botanical illustrator spends a lot of time studying a subject carefully, measuring, making colour notes, thumb nail sketches … getting the hairs on the hairy one might present a prickly challenge, but I only gave it 5 minutes and at the end of my time, concluded that most people have prickles, we all need handling with care. Better still handling with prayer. I also concluding that I am fast becoming like the white haired one!

Oh dear! I need handling with prayer!