God sent a wind to dry the land after the flood. It seems like such a small thing, just a God-sent breeze to drain a flooded earth. If I were Noah, I'd be looking for the big thing - the snap of God's fingers that would dry the ground in a single second; the clash of a trembling earth opening up to swallow the excess moisture in one big gulp. But instead, a wind blew over the earth. Just a wind. And the ark floated.

Noah must have looked at the wild and dangerous animals, smelled the effects of months aboard the ark, measured their dwindling supplies and wondered if the day would ever come when God would open the door and let them out.

It happened...months later. Much longer than Noah and his family thought it should have taken. The winds of the Holy Spirit blew over the earth and accomplished God's purposes in His perfect timing.

Today I feel boxed in, hemmed into a corner, without choices. My situation has the smell of hopelessness, the odor of death. I want things to happen now. I'm impatient with God. Has He abandoned me? Has He forgotten His promises to me?

In the midst of the situation, I smell a fresh breeze blowing over me, that God-breathed current that makes all the difference. That Holy Ghost discernment that opens locked doors, changes closed minds, and reverses impossible situations.

Come Holy Spirit!

But God remembered Noah and all the wild animals and the livestock that were with him in the ark, and He sent a wind over the earth, and the waters receded. Genesis 8:1

© June 2006 Candace Simar
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