A Voice Like Ten Thousand Whispers

     "The Spirit blows where it will. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going."

     Sometimes following God is like sitting in a forest listening to the wind. It comes from far away and moves with a sound like ten-thousand whispers. Before the trees even begin moving it rises to a rush, sweeping along the mountainside, pushing through the foliage, looking for you.
     When the wind arrives, it is like dancing. Mind, heart, body and spirit, everything that I am gets up to meet it and we go out on the floor of the world. Oh, in the arms of God! We certainly draw attention.
     Then, whatever song drives the dance, it must fall away, and the Wind goes with it, sliding from my fingers, walking quickly along the path--one glance back as if to say "Are you coming?" The Journey resumes...

     For a time, we are earthbound. The best we can do is follow. It is not always light-footed, or gracious. But we carry with us the memory of dancing with the Wind. Over time, many encounters, we learn how to follow.