Today, the car is holy ground. Shoes come off. Eyes fix. Heart melts. Beauty all around, gentle breeze, yellow butterflies take to wing in pairs. Birds sing of your matchless goodness. Wind blows leaves that lost their trees. Strong gust - and for a moment, as hair blows and eyes squint, I sense a portion of your power. I hear the wind in the distance.... Wait for it.WAIT FOR IT.
Hair blows. It's present with me.
...Hear, feel, see the effects...
...Hear, feel, see...
You work in beautiful cycles. There is comfort in knowing that when I hear you - I know very soon I will feel your presence and sense your move. Not that I know where you will take me, leaf minus branch, but I know you will. So I let go and situate myself on the top of the pile of my little mess, waiting for your spirit to blow through and move me where you want me to go. (laughing as you nearly blow me down) I'm at your mercy and oh so grateful to be blown for your purpose.
Tara is Greg's girl, mom to two sons of thunder, a hunger fighter, big dreamer and worship pastor at seacoast church.