Fire for HIM

Although it sounds like a really nifty American Indian name, the phrase 'wind in her hair' stuck in my mind and heart earlier today.  In the note of adventure, I rolled the windows down as we wound up and down and around the curves of the country road we were visiting.  One baby in her seat, and two little girls sat in the back.  My rear view mirror caught a most delightful sight.  A six year old blonde was letting the wind wip through her hair, and she simply could not stop the delight coming to her face, including her smile as wide as it would possibly go.  Lately life has been throwing wind in my hair, tousling my hair in a most annoying manner.  My attitude quite frankly has been less than a smile in the process.   The condition of my own heart was on my mind as I watched in wonder and amusement at the Kindergartener in my backseat.  'Wind in Her Hair' could have decided to be mad, pout, or hide from the wind.  However, her attitud...

About fifty yards away, movement caught my eye.  Two things had happened to allow me to see such a tiny, magnificent creature positioned so far from my home.  Without the sunlight streaming through the treetops, it would not have been possible to see the spider working on his web.  Without watching, I would not have noticed.  But a gift was presented to me this very morning.  Not just the beautiful arthropod, suspended between the power lines, but a lesson was etched on my heart and found it's fingers into my mind.  In that moment, a question formed in my brain:  What gifts lie in wait for us everyday, if we were watching for them?  The light drew my attention outdoors.  The continued watching allowed me to see.  I was reminded of a wondrous parallel.  His light is everywhere, even the angels and Holy Spirit seeking to rescue those in darkness.  My heart cries out this morning, let His light shine into every heart and life to...