Christ's love has moved me…
—2nd Corinthians 5:14
Swept by the Spirit
It had been an exceptionally still afternoon. The quiet hush that hung in the air lured me out onto my porch.I stood motionless; fearing that I might break the spell that held the earth speechless. Then it happened. The slightest of breezes wisped around me and up into the treetops, delicately fluttering the leaves before disappearing as quickly as it had come. Once more everything became deathly still. Many moments passed in silence before I noticed the leaves move again ever so slightly; as if by a mere breathe. It was a marvel to watch how responsive the leaves were to even the gentlest of winds whispering under and around them.They never moved of their own accord, they only rustled when the wind compelled them.
In our busy, noisy world it is difficult for us to hear, let alone respond to, the still small voice of God whispering through His Spirit. Our alarm clocks ring each day and we find ourselves moving through life by own impulses rather than by the compelling voice of our Savior. It will take a concerted effort on our parts to quiet ourselves long enough to feel the Spirit's promptings once more, but oh the joy we will experience when we find ourselves, as the leaves do each day, swept by the Spirit.
How I long to be like a leaf, sweet Savior, swept by Your Spirit's movement in my life. May I be responsive to Your whisper. May I not move unless You sweep me along.