The wind blows wherever it pleases.
You hear its sound,
but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going.
So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.
to be like the wind...
my name means 'the wind' in native american.
my grandparents would always sing it to me when i was little.
and now, old people sing it to me, and i share in their enlightenment
of the association.
i love it.
the Holy Spirit moves in such a way that its subtle like the wind.
also- harsh like the wind.
when u feel a whisper in ur ear to pray for someone...
or the gentle nudge pushing ur back towards someone or something that leads
u to the next revelation.
the wind is beautiful.
u can feel its pressure
and even hear it against the leaves.
the most beautiful thing about it; is that
u can see it when it moves the things that are willing to
be blown away.