I’ve heard lots of rustling in the woods lately.
Maybe it’s because the leaves on the forest floor are crispy and crunchy,
skittering and tripping over each other.
Maybe it’s because the woodland creatures are getting ready for winter,
digging holes and burying acorns.
Maybe it’s because the wind is rattling the trees while leaves hold on,
Or maybe I’m just listening harder.
Something is happening out there in the woods.
There is movement.
There is activity.
There is life.
I’ve heard lots of rustling in my heart lately.
Maybe it’s the hint of a change of seasons.
Maybe it’s a reminder to prepare for what’s next.
Maybe it’s a whisper to hang on, or let go.
Something is happening.
Movement, activity, life — I’m listening harder than ever.
The Wind of the Spirit is out there.
And in here.
You know well enough how the wind blows this way and that.
You hear it rustling through the trees,
but you have no idea where it comes from or where it’s headed next.
That’s the way it is with everyone ‘born from above’
by the wind of God, the Spirit of God.” (John 3:8)