A Blustery Day

The wind began blowing hard early this morning and it hasn't let up since.  If March is supposed to go out like a lamb, somebody in weather central appears not to have received the memo.

The gusts got me thinking about the Holy Spirit.  The Spirit is depicted as descending upon the first Christians with wind and fire in the Book of Acts.  Sometimes, the wind of the Spirit that touches us is like a zephyr, other times more like a hurricane.  We cannot control the Spirit.  But we can be alert to its promptings, to its movement in our lives.  Yes, we may be buffeted on occasion, but this is the presence of God we're talking about, something we all too often ignore in the midst of our daily routines.

Today, give thanks for the Spirit.  And pray that you and I will be more alert to its presence in our lives.

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