The Wind Blew
Kriston Couchey
Dec. 17, 2004
The Wind Blew
The wind blew hard all day
Lukewarm weather changed to winter
Fullness of the season finally arrived
Everything not secure was taken by the wind
Refuse containers fell and their contents scattered
Fences and ditches became havens for wayward manuscripts
Dead branches blew off the trees
It's what happens when the wind blows
Things useless and dead seems to have more life and movement then the valuable and alive
Isaiah 40:6 The voice that said, Cry. And I said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the mercy thereof is as the open flower of the field: 7 The grass withers, the flower fades because the spirit of the LORD blows upon it; surely the people is grass. 8 The grass withers, the open flower fades; but the word of our God shall stand for ever
Isaiah 40:23 He brings the powerful to nothing; he makes the judges of the earth as if they had never been,
24 As if they had never been planted, as if they had never been sown, as if their stock had never taken root in the earth; even blowing upon them, they wither, and the whirlwind takes them away as stubble.
Wisdom says:
Be still in the flurry of change
A myriad of voices would draw you out of shelter
Beckoning you to come and ride the wind
Only to chase the useless and lifeless and become the same
Kriston Couchey