The breath of God moves on the wind; I am replenished. The waves of mercy, forgiveness, healing come in His timing. Impatience blocks the full effect. What are you seeking? Why so hurried?
The breath of God is felt in the soft puff of air on the back of my hand from my horse on a cold, brisk morning; I am awed. When hurried, holy moments are missed. What are you missing?
The breath of God is heard on the powerful downbeat whoosh of the wings of the geese as they take flight in formation; I am empowered. Are you hearing the world? Or, are you listening for Holy? There is a difference.
“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, the Lord is my portion (my breath, my healer, my protector, my sustaining joy…). Therefore, I will wait for Him.” Lamentations 3:22-24