Spirit Gives Birth to Spirit

Praying in the wind

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Sure-footed, I’m drawn outside for early morning prayer
Hands unclench
More can be given
Splay fingers wider, release the tension

Lift in surrender

Looking out at the trees, I’m more hesitant
Branches bow
Leaves shudder
Wind musses my hair

Stand in the gale

With closed eyes, I face the wind
He is greater
He is bigger
He creates all things

He is in me, moves me, and has His Being in me

Tears stream down my face
Sticking to my cheeks
Reaching my chin
The drops blow off into the wind

He catches every tear in His bottle

God, You are so very great
I worship You
I worship You
I worship You

Amen.