The Dance Of The Wind
This morning I arose very early. As a first of the morning chore, I took our little dog Abby out so she could greet the day and take care of whatever she needed to do. The first thing that hit me was the brisk, cool morning air. There was a slight stirring in the air. The day before saw temperatures just around 100 degrees and it seemed a little odd for it to be so cool. Abby ran back and forth across the lawn, jumping and playing as if she had been promised a handful of treats, which she loves so desperately. It was an awesome morning.
After dressing and getting ready for work, I did my daily chores. I prepared the coffee pot for the Queen so that she would not have to fumble with the fixings while still trying to get her eyes open. Everything was done and there was just absolutely no excuse to not head on to work. After all, it was already getting late. The hands on the clock were approaching 5:30 on the morning side. Abby was going with me so she could visit the Vet overnight and end her family potential. She had no clue what she was in for, but the brisk morning air had her jumping and willing to get in the car and go anywhere.
We loaded up and took off. There was a faintness of daylight but no sunrise yet. You could see the trees swaying in the breeze, waving at God and letting Him know that they had survived the night. The soft sand in the little sandy road running in front of our house was still and cool with hints of moisture resting on its surface, waiting and watching, as if to ask the question, “When can I release this moisture into the air to create another day of the world famous Louisiana humidity?”
Abby and I left, easing up the road with the window down drinking in the morning. The clearing and dirt moving crews are once again working on the new I-49 within a half mile of my house. So, I decided to make a slight detour. Just east of me is a little road that cuts right across the 2,000 foot clearing just as it breaks over a pretty significant hill. We went there, pulled the car off on the side and pointed it right in the middle of the cleared area. You could see the lights of the dirt movers over the distant hills where they were beginning their day of cutting hills and filling valleys. There was still no sunrise.
I sat there with the windows down as the cool morning breeze danced over my skin. My thoughts were simple. There was a rush in my mind thinking of how pleasant it was for God to touch me in such a way and allow me to be a part of something so wonderful. It was almost euphoric. Every sensation was heightened. Every sound was exaggerated. The soft voices of the birds in the trees on either side of the clearing seemed loud and bellowing, as if they were saying, “Good morning God. What song would you love to hear this beautiful day?” The rustling of the leaves in the trees brushed together in a symphonic sound of praise. It was a moment where you wanted to call everyone you ever knew and invite them to the wonderful display of God’s presence.
The longer I sat there the more visible His creation became. The lights on the distant dirt movers seem to fade away in the morning light. Suddenly there arose a slight pink glow in the eastern sky. It was then and there that God was announcing His presence to every eye that could not see Him before. That which had been hidden was coming in view. Slowly and with patience the pink turned to a slight orange… and then the first glimpse of a ball of fire, ninety-three million miles away began to show itself. It was so lovely and so awesome. As it continued to rise and come into full view, a band of clouds painted a stripe across it, trying its best to hide it, but it continued to burn its way right through. It was then that I left. God had reassured me once again that He was on His throne and that the rest of humanity and me and had another day in which to praise Him. It was there that my troubles took a rest with the full confidence that God would continue filling my life with blessings and that He would continue to refresh the hearts of His people.
No matter how long this day becomes, and no matter what troubles may rise up before me, I had a moment that cannot go unremembered. The dance of the wind and the portrait of the new day will be constant reminders of His presence. Every event of the morning will be etched in my mind and allow me to relive this day. For a moment I felt like David as he looked out the mouth of a cave, troubled in mind and spirit, hiding from his aggressor and saw God and said: “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun, which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion, like a champion rejoicing to run his course. It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat.” (Psalm 19:1-6)
There is no power of darkness, no trouble of spirit that cannot be overcome by His presence. And, to assure us even more, God has taken up residence right inside of every covenant believer that we might see and know the brilliance of His image whether our days are dark or whether we are standing in the daylight. He is ever present. He is ever caring. He is ever guiding and helping. He is always dependable, even when we are not. And the words of the Scripture can pour forth in our hearts, “I will never leave you or forsake you . . . ” And the challenge for us to remember is that He will ever display Himself when we need a peek. It could be on the wings of a butterfly, the rustle of the leaves or the Dance of the Wind. Whatever we need, God will provide. We are challenged to see Him and acknowledge that He IS and always will be. Our God is ALIVE!