30 Days with the Word – January 17

30 Days with THE WORD
January 17, 2021

John 1:1-2, ‘In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God. He (the Word) was in the beginning with God (NKJV).’

Psalm 37:23-24, ‘The steps of a [good and righteous] man are directed and established by the Lord, He delights in his way [and blesses his path]. When he falls, he will not be hurled down because the Lord God is the One Who holds his hand and sustains him (AMP).’

The wind has been abhor-ridly insane lately. I don’t know about you but wind makes my entire wellbeing unwell, my spirit chaotic. Any clutter in my head rattles around like chains being dragged behind my thoughts, the ones I can’t think when the gales are louder than my deliberating.

I had been putting off doing my outdoor chores, watching through the window as the blasts buoyed any remaining snow into drifts against my fence, specks of dirt hit my window and the branches thrashed the air like a swordfight. The seed I had thrown out for my birds scuttled across the parking pad; I guess they’d have to work for their food. And then, mesmerized, I watched as a bird swooped in for a nibble, no, a peck, and suddenly, levitated, unable to land, unable to fly. It tried. Over and over again, the poor thing tried to light but the currents fought against its desperation. It had another intention but the more it flapped its wings against the wind the more it was carried further away from its mark. Eventually, the force of air took over; it gave up and I watched the wind take it away.

Even more fascinating was another birdie that caught my eye. This creature floated on the current; no fight, no frustration. It rode the gusts, rose and fell with the bursts, hovered, suspended, soared. It was like watching poetry. And when the gales died down momentarily, it lighted, pecking surreptitiously at the food that remained.

I thought about me and my own desires. And God’s desires for me. When I choose my path, I fight every element around me, every emotion inside. I levitate on my own decisions, levied by a check my cravings shouldn’t cash. I hover above what I want for me and below what God has for me, frustrated by the force that wins.

But when I allow my spirit to hear God’s Word to me, I am carried by the gales of His grace. There is peace in His presence alone that no underlying current can thwart. Eventually, He will allow me to light in a place of His blessing where sustenance awaits.

Psalm 16:6, ‘The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely, I have a delightful inheritance (NIV).’