You know well enough how the wind blows this way and that. You hear it rustling through the trees, but you have no idea where it comes from or where it's headed next. That's the way it is with everyone 'born from above' by the wind of God, the Spirit of God."
A few weeks ago, I attended a Celebration of Life for a college friend, via Zoom.
Today I am sitting on my back patio. Again, thinking of my friend. Wondering about death. Watching the breeze ripple through the leaves of the Aspen trees.
“The wind of God, the Spirit of God.”
It’s been awhile since someone close to me has died. My father, then Nana, and last mother. Years ago. I felt their Spirit. In the wind. The rustling of the leaves. But ever so slowing the breeze faded. Why? Was I not listening? Watching? Feeling?
As days, years, decades, march on. . .now it is the death of friends, peers. The Circle of Life. Hitting close to home.
And the branches swaying in the breeze remind me of “The wind of God, the Spirit of God.” And the death of my college friend.
I can honestly say I don’t know what happens after our life on earth. After our time here. But today I am aware . . . again. . .of God’s immense “bigness”. The Spirit of God. . . of my father. . .of my Nana. . .of my mother. And now my friend. Rippling through the Aspen leaves.
The Wind of God. The Spirit of God.
OMG. . .In So Many Ways
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