Yesterday, as I was running and battling/complaining about the wind to myself, I remembered a sermon I had heard the day before about how everything is holy, holy, holy. That really resonated with me, actually it was the only thing I wrote down. HOLY, HOLY, HOLY in all caps and it was the only thing i wrote on the entire page for the entire sermon.
This challenged me to find God in things that I normally don't allow myself to see God in. So I asked God to make me thankful for this wind, to show me His beauty in it.
Not a minute later I saw a pine cone blow across the path I was running on. The Lord seemed to tap me and say, "Look at how I spread my beauty throughout the land by blowing seeds far and near." Immediately, I thanked God for the wind and how it spreads His creations all over.
I thought that would be it. God had showed me how beautiful it was and how he works through it. I had thanked Him. That's it, right?
About ten minutes later, still running against the wind, I ran by a small family-owned restaurant, I smelt the most wonderful smell. It smelled just like my Grandma's home-cooked Thanksgiving meal. Instantly I was flooded with memories of my Grandma and how blessed I am through her. The Lord seemed to nudge me and say, "See, the wind carried that smell, through the wind I gave you that smell, the smell and the memories."
Finally, I saw three kids in their yard laughing and trying to fly a kite. I didn't need a nudge to get this one.
It was a gift from God.
The friendship, the fresh air, the laughter, all due to the wind, all from God.
God showed up and really showed me how He is HOLY, HOLY, HOLY in the wind.
Today, on my run, even through it was just as windy, it didn't seem so bad.
Lord, thanks for the wind.
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