Windblown

Windblown
by Melissa Campbell

What does it mean to be windblown?

Surely not the drifting along
On random paths
Or living without a purpose
But the catching hold
And holding on
Of riding unseen currents

It is not being driven
To the heights of achievement
Or being chased by angry storms
But the yielding, bending
Leaning into arms of strength
That lift me up and let me soar

Windblown is exhilaration, a dancing rhythm
Breathing in--sometimes fast, sometimes slow
A breath that is not my own
It is listening to that still small voice
That isn't still
Or small at all

Windblown is hoping, being
Seeing others
Through the eyes of innocence
Touching the substance
Of things to come
And being changed by their existence

Windblown is reaching, resting
Sometimes wrestling
Often questioning
The wisdom of living a life so free
But in the end
Forsaking all for another taste of The Holy

Windblown is playing, praying
Rising up on wings to fly
Living life as it was meant to be lived
Understanding how the journey
Is the reason why
I was created

Windblown is learning to love with abandon,
And in the end, spinning,
Turning to find myself in God.

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.  ~John 3:8

Click to read the article, Windblown, by Wayne Jacobsen

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John 3:8 as taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 Biblica. Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved. As taken from Bible Gateway.