Dear God of the Wind,
I know the power of the dark night when the wind is ripping through the trees. I've walked those streets feeling small and praying to be safe and that no branches would fall on my head.
I know that creation reflects your nature, and that people are made in your image. So I look at this terrible and powerful night and think, "All of this is inside us somewhere."
When a strong wind catches me head on, I imagine it possible to be swept up into heaven, and how long ago for men, heaven was just above the sky. But we've been past the sky and found nothing.
I know this world is a shadow. I know it is a copy of the spiritual, so to look for heaven and find it hollow is no surprise. I know the day I sinned, my spirit died and too became a shadow. But I feel the wind ripping through me.
Jesus loves me, this I know.
Your servant,
BJ
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The trick for most people, I think, is finding God in the sunny days.
I enjoyed this.
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