I’m not very fond of the wind—It does a number on my hair, lifts my skirt at embarrassing times, and bats a thousand at blowing painful material into my eyes.
Recently, I ventured outside for a run. Winds were bucking and almost convinced me to curl up with a good book instead. Yet, I was so desperate for a little exercise I couldn’t be persuaded. In my out-of- shape condition, I gained a new appreciation for the wind. All I had to do was open my mouth and that wind flooded my lungs droopy sails quickly billowing to capacity. When I rounded a bend, the strong wind slipped behind me, urging me forward. Like an encouraging hand on the small of my back, it increased the power of every step.
If you’re in one of those places where your faith has hit a wall, you can’t muster another step, and you doubt God’s ability or desire to help you, I suggest checking out Isaiah 40. It’s a dose of strong wind on faltering sails, elevating God’s jaw-dropping greatness, our smallness, and His wild devotion to care for us like a shepherd carrying His lambs. He steps into every circumstance we face, offers his vast strength to the weak and powerless, and like a swift wind, in front or behind, He fortifies our steps and bolsters us to soar above life’s storms with the uplifting current of His power.
Today, let’s read Isaiah 40. Let me know what stood out.
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