I love a windy day. Not so windy that it's cold, but just windy enough to move things...like my hair, a flag, the leaves on a tree, long wispy blades of grass... To be moved by something you can't see is a beautiful mystery. It's a giving up of control. Surrendering to the invisible force that takes over. For someone like me who likes to be in control, a gust of wind reminds me of the freedom of letting go and being caught up in something outside of yourself. Something bigger.
The Holy Spirit moves like a wind and if I am humble enough to let go and embrace it, He will take me further and deeper in my relationship with God than I could ever go- unmoved by Him. And yet I resist. I hold on to my plans and deny the very wind that moves me, prompts me to step outside of my comfort zone. I ignore the rush of His spirit that wants to change my thinking and re-direct me. Surely He is moving but sometimes I deny it, because I can't see that it's Him. I will allow myself, however, to be moved by lesser things that I can see. I will let people discourage me, I will let material things motivate me, I will allow money to make decisions and food to comfort me...All these things I can see, but they should not be moving me the way they do.
That's why I love this moose that moves the chimes. Sure you can see him. He's huge! And the chimes had no say in the matter. They had to move with him bumping into them and licking them.
But I am not a wind chime. I have a say. I can refuse to let the lesser things move me, guide me, and shape me.. Even if those things are as big and cute as moose, I don't have to give in.
Rather I'll wait for the Wind. He will always move me the right way if I will just let go.
"The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going; so is everyone who is born of the Spirit. " -John 3:8