Howling, whistling, streaming through a patch of aging trees,
The wind surprises and upsets and strips them of their leaves,
One day a lush green canopy, another turned to gold,
Soon withered, dry and sapped of life, they waiver in the cold,
The signs of life are all but gone, the snow will soon be here,
The days grow short, the sun subsides, but still we do not fear,
Beneath that cloak of white shall rise, new life again in spring,
Like we shall someday rise again. when new life God will bring.
We all are swept by winds of time, our days are very short,
We live, we dream, we try, we fail, the problems we can’t sort,
We’re pushed and tossed and crushed at times it seems,
But in our every trial, the blood of Christ redeems,
Our sins have been forgiven, our life is guaranteed,
God promises us His Kingdom if only we believe.
The wind is howling this morning and empty tree branches are snuggling up against the house to stay warm. The sound of wind can be peaceful, or it can carry fear within its wings. Meteorologists can predict weather, but they haven’t found a way to hold it back or contain it.
When God sends different forms of weather to us, it might be a wake-up call for us to remember He’s in charge. We don’t have the benefit of having God speak to us directly like He did to Moses and the Prophets, but we do have the sound of His voice and His very words in the Holy Bible which He inspired. Those words are His, and like the wind, they were whispered into the minds of those who penned them by God alone. He is in our lives even though we can’t see Him.
Job 26:14 “Behold, these are but the outskirts of His ways, and how small a whisper do we hear of Him! But the thunder of His power who can understand?”