Change in the Wind

I can feel the change in the wind.

The trees sway differently, only a slight bending in the breeze, a little more resilient now that summer’s long thaw is nearing its end.

The birds feed more regularly at the feeder, storing up energy and nourishment for the harsher months to come.

The sun shines its friendly face, less brazen and more nurturing, like a slight kiss upon the brow.

And the wind, it stirs and pushes, settles and refines, kisses and berates, all the while bringing promises of Autumn.

It rustles and sweeps stray hairs across my face and tickles my bare toes into a tingling feeling – the feeling you get when you hang your feet off the edge of a cliff. A feeling unexplainable, but of something the sublime.

It’s moments like this where I feel closest to God. Where His presence seems most tangible, and I’m reminded of what it means to be alive.

All creation speaks His name. The wind rustles, “Jesus,” a sweat whisper in my ear. A calm, a reassurance, a reminder that He lives and moves and holds all things. That He holds me. That He wants me. That He provides for me. That He above all else, is good.

The wind is changing, and so am I.