The wind has howled for the past 18 hours. This is not a gentle, caressing wind – the wind is pushing the pines incessantly, the pulsing inlet is now a throbbing and churning bath, walking alone on the bluff increases the adrenalin far beyond my comfort zone, and the moan through the windows continues unabated. My dreams of another run and dip are just that, memories of the mind. The sun peaks in now and then, offset by rain and the occasional driving shower. I cannot imagine how snow would look and feel in these conditions.
It is quite easy, with a warm room, large windows, and a soft chair, to reflect on the turmoil outside. With a nice cup of tea I sat and waxed eloquently about the examples – my dream of God’s Presence shaking my life (I was a flexible tree!). The turmoil on the surface of the water reflecting the junk hitting your life and mine while the content (our lives of course) remained as constant and fixed as the day before and the day before that. Seeing myself as one of the seagulls battling the twisting currents.
Then I walked outside. The air was cold, biting, and persistent. Walking out on the water I realized that it was difficult to stand straight or walk further without holding the rail. The water was clear and topped with white caps; the wind drove the spray like ice pellets towards my neck and face. I found the journey more like life than I ever imagined.
I also found God at my side. The wind can howl; God is here. The rain slaughters everything in its path; God is here. Often I am blind to how God is working in my life and yours. Often I wander around lost, while God offers me his Presence. I took time in the howling wind to seek God and He was there, just as He always is. I know He is doing the stuff in your life. “With God on our side like this, how can we lose?” (Romans 8.32)
