“Blow Thee Spirit Winds”

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I love the wind. Especially now…October. There is something wild and mysterious as the wind sighs through the trees, ridding them of dead leaves and debris. The smells. Crunchy, crumbly dead leaves raked into a pile jog memories of jumping in with abandon. An imperceptible forlornness seeps into the core of my being. The past, good and bad, swirl up into consciousness. I could walk for miles this time of year, willing the mental video’s to come out and play. I’ll be moved from tears to laughter, from regret and sorrow to new resolve. Pumpkins…I love carving pumpkins…cleaning the goop out and carving a face, the scent of its burning at first candle light. I will never forget the one I had in Kindergarten, my little rotten friend. Acorn cap whistles, ever made one? Sticky fresh pine cones smell of anticipation.

Just as living Pine’s hold on to their needles so will I cling to my faith and my values. They’re all that keep me from going mad in our current culture. I hold fiercely to the Word that God inspired man to pen. In the first sentence of the Gospel of John he tells us that, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning.” And later, “The Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us.” (John 1 NIV) The Word came to us in the most humble of settings. When that ancient society longed for a warrior king they received a Baby instead.

This Baby came to blow the winds of Holy Spirit pureness into each of us and rid us of that which holds us bound. Don’t you see? Our political stance doesn’t matter. Our religion doesn’t matter. My culture, your culture, they don’t matter. All that matters is our hearts. The battles we face are waged by powers and principalities not of this realm (Eph. 6:10-17). We long for someone to rescue us and make things better. It won’t be a president or any human. The one we long for has been here before. He taught and spoke the truth which most didn’t want to hear. He was rejected, beaten, mocked and nailed to tree and raised up for all to see. He was laid in a tomb but three days later walked away from that cold chiseled grave. He made known His presence to those who mourned Him displaying the scars. After a time He was caught up to His Father, our Father. That was over two thousand years ago and we’ve been living the end since. He, the Living Word has recorded memories too. Memories of mans victory and failure, of sorrow and joy, of the good that versus evil. Memories and knowledge of the past, present and future.

Christians anticipate Christ’s return just as those who millenniums ago longed for a military leader to free them from tyranny. Jesus stands ready to free you for the asking. He’s already won the war.

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About pdhemphill

I'm married to a wonderful man, we share two grown sons and two grandchildren. I love to write, crochet, bird watch, rv, hike and bike and I dabble with piano. Above all of this I love spending my mornings with God and being in His word. My goal is to share some life experiences and perhaps reach someone going through similar things and offer hope.

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