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Mighty Rushing Wind

We are currently staying with my brother in Gqeberha, formally known as Port Elizabeth, the windiest city in South Africa. This morning I remembered why. The sound of a strong wind outside reminded me not to be blasé about it. The wind has been known to uproot trees, overturn cars and I remember my Granny telling how she saved herself from being blown away by clinging to a pole.

Quite often we can become blasé about God’s power. “When the day of Pentecost arrived, they were all together in one place. And suddenly there came from heaven a sound like a mighty rushing wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting.” (Acts 2:2 ESV) I have heard this story so often that I haven’t realised how scary it must have been.

I’ve been reading the Old Testament about the time of Moses recently. The power of God and His requirements for His people take one’s breath away.

Hebrews 10:31 reads, “It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.” (NIV) This was brought home to me by the following account of the 1949 revival in the Hebrides.

One of the seven men and two women who had decided to pray earnestly for revival, read from Psalm 24, “Who may ascend the mountain of the Lord? Who may stand in his holy place? The one who has clean hands and a pure heart…”(Vs 3-4a NIV) He then prayed, asking God to reveal if his own hands were clean and his own heart was pure. That night, God met with them in a powerful way. “Three men were lying on the straw having fallen under the power of God. They were lifted out of the ordinary into the extraordinary.” (Duncan Campbell, The Price and Power of Revival)

We cannot play games with God. He is not a “Tame Lion.” We do not come into His presence on our terms, but on His. We serve Him according to His will. Best I don’t forget that.

My Prayer

My God, thank You that You deal gently with me, masking Your power that I be not overwhelmed. Please keep me from taking Your power or majesty lightly. Teach me Your ways. I have taken You for my God. Amen.

The Diary

My husband, who was born in the first half of the last century, still uses a diary for his time management. It is fairly easy to buy him a Christmas present. If he hasn’t bought himself one by Christmas, I can’t go wrong with a hard-backed, page-a day diary for the next year.

If an event is not yet finalised, my husband will pencil it in, either to be inked in later, or rubbed out.

Image by Ulrike Leone from Pixabay

When we pray together in the morning, we’ve recently been getting into the habit of specifically confirming to the Lord His right to change our plans and our agenda if He wishes. It is like the plans we make, and there are many, are only penciled into our diary awaiting His final confirmation. This helps us cope when unexpected things crop up and when things don’t quite work out according to our plan.

Currently we are planning to fly to Gqeberha on Tuesday to spend time with my mother and other members of both our families.

James says, “Come now, you who say ‘Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit’- yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, ‘if the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.”(James 4:13-15 ESV)

So our plans have only been penciled in. If the Lord wills, we will fly to Gqeberha on Tuesday.

My Prayer

Father, I don’t know the future. You do. I know Your plans toward me are good so I can trust my future and my plans to You. Amen.

Holiday Snaps

We are on holiday at the moment in Port Elizabeth (Now Gqeberha) visitng family. Yesterday I took my Mom for a pedicure. Her toe nails have calcified and she wasn’t sure the beautician would be able to cut them but it turned out to be a positive experience for her.

We then went out for lunch at a quaint coffee shop called “Little Georgia.” The walls were punctuated with pithy and uplifting sayings. I’ll be posting some of them in the days to come.

These memories are like holiday snaps to hang in the gallery of my mind.

This post is part of Streams of Consciousness Saturday.