Today I was thinking of each of my grandchildren. My granddaughters were particularly in my thoughts and prayers as they all are in school.
I remembered a day when I picked Sophia up from pre-school. And so today, I am sharing an edited post from 2018.
We drove home with the sunroof open for the first time. It wasn’t long before I heard the question from the back seat, “Mimi, can you open my window a little bit?”
Just a few minutes later, “Mimi, can I have it a little more?”
It wasn’t but a few minutes, when she asked: “Mimi, can I have it all the way open?”
The rest of the ride home was precious. She was excited and thrilled with the wind blowing in her face. She did not want her window raised even the least bit.
So all the way home, she continued to describe her experience:
- “I love my hair blowing.”
- “Hair blowing tickles.”
- “Mimi, can you hear the wind whooshing too?”
- “I love the sound of whooshing.”
- “My hands are cold like a snowman’s or a penguin’s” (Her hands were out the window)
It really was a joy ride. Sophia was experiencing such joy in the moment. The wind brought laughter and life into our ride home.
The ride brought the reminder of a wind of a different sort.
“When the Day of Pentecost had fully come, they were all with one accord in one place. And suddenly there came a sound from heaven, as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting.” (Acts 2:1-2, NKJV)
The Holy Spirit descended that day and the people were never the same. They were empowered. They were excited. They were filled with joy for God was working among them. Life was never the same. Not then. Not ever.
I long for that in my life. For my faith to never grow stale. I desire vibrancy, excitement, some joy. Even if life is hard. May there be laughter. I want to feel alive. I want to experience His Spirit at work in me. Each and every day.
“You have made known to me the path of life; You will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” (Psalm 16:11 NIV)
May we throw open our hearts and
experience the wind of the Spirit
filling each of our lives.
Last week Michele Morin shared a wonderful book review and thoughts on being a grandmother. ““Grandmothering is a gift of second chances. It’s the opportunity to redeem imperfect relationships and make the best of what life has sent our way.” I have been so grateful for this gift of second chances. Be sure to read her post, “The Wise and Generous Ways of the Grandmothering Life” HERE. It will both encourage and bless you.
Come, sit a spell. Bring your coffee, your posts, and your thoughts. If you link up, kindly visit those who have drawn up a seat around you.
Thank you for sharing my post—and that delightful car ride!
What a delightful post Joanne! May we never lose our delight in the Lord.
Have a blessed Easter, Jennifer
What a sweet memory! And a good application. May we always delight in the Lord.
I loved Michele’s grandmothering post, too.
I’m resonating with your joy ride, Joanne. One granddaughter has arrived, another will be coming in a few days. And while they’re quite a bit older than your sweet girl, I know there will be conversations that bring laughter and joy in simply doing life together for a few days.
He is risen indeed.
Your granddaughter’s delight with the rushing wind conjures up a beautiful image of the joy that only the Holy Spirit can create within us! I can only imagine what a special moment that was to share with your granddaughter! Wishingyou and your family a blessed Easter, Joanne!
Precious! Made me smile!
Thank you for a wonderful story and application, Joanne.
Joanne, such a beautiful picture of delight in God and His presence! I love the thought of delighting as your granddaughter did, when I sit quietly in God’s presence. How simple delight can transform stale moments!
Imagine experiencing that “rushing mighty wind” of the Holy Spirit! I imagine the surprise, and awe, and maybe even a bit of fear, when it first came upon them. Yes, may we always experience the delight available to us through Jesus.
What a sweet memory of Sophia and your powerful message about the wind of pentecost.
I love the story of your granddaughter!
I love the story of your granddaughter! Such a beautiful analogy.