I love the seemingly sudden change of seasons. The one change I won’t forget was when in Tokyo, I walked into a hospital to deliver our first baby. It was hot and humid mid September. Seven days later I walked out to drastically cooler breeze. Life was different; life was new.
I remember the day we left thinking, “Wow, this baby really does belong to us. We’re walking out of here with her and she will go wherever we do!” I stepped into this new life and cool air with a hot head. I knew it all, but a season of exhaustion, sometimes emotionally more than physically, found me. The weight of guiding a soul was something for which I was not prepared. Thank God we just couldn’t get the externals right or I would be stuck in my hot head forever.
Tonight’s mid-September, I feel the cool again. The changing breeze feels sudden though the world has faithfully worked its spin since the last one. It feels sudden that I’m a different mom, but the tough climbs of a decade had a place and the wind blows over a cooler-headed mama.
I smile at the future now. Not because I know it all, but because the day I walked out of that foreign hospital carrying a 6-pound bundle, the one who knew the current of my heart was prepared to carry me.
He works miracles, He does. We are mistaken to think they all happen in a flash. All of creation teaches us His ways. The breeze can sing or smell or feel in a way that shows us how we’ve been carried when we thought we were getting nowhere.
Feel the wind today. Marvel at its mystery. You can see only its effects and grasp only its brushing past your skin. This, my friends, is the paintbrush of God. Ask Him to carry you along and see how He has worked the next time the breeze comes around.
“ 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.”