Whispers in the Wind

It's been said that you can always tell a Saskatchewanite anywhere in the world. When the wind stops blowing they fall over.

It's true that the wind is paramount in Saskatchewan. We don't bother checking the thermometer, instead we check to see which way the wind is blowing. And there's nothing better for a weather vane than the tire swing in our back yard.

If it's swinging as high as the garage, we apply extra hold hairspray and hang onto the door with both hands. If it's only swinging as high as the apple tree, it's a lovely day for kite flying. And if it's not swinging at all, well then we're hallucinating about Florida.

We hear the wind whistling around our doorframes and clawing through the attic every day. We've learned to tune it out. But calm days do occur. There was that one back in 1920. And then everybody wanted a cool breeze.

God's voice is like that, too. We take Him for granted, assuming that He'll always be present to instruct and comfort us. However, we must listen for the gentle breeze of His love while He's near.

The Prophet Isaiah said, "Seek the Lord while He may be found, call on Him while He is near" (Isaiah 55:6).

We cannot summon the whisper of God anymore than we can command the wind to fill our sails.

Do you hear the voice of God today? Perhaps He's wooshing in around the window frame of your soul. Open wide the window, breathe in the rush of His Spirit.

Tomorrow may be too calm.

Pam Mytroen