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Today my thoughts turned to a day several years ago now, when I picked Sophia up from pre-school …

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?” And then…

“Mimi, can I have it a little more?” And then…

“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 described 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 snow man’s or a penguins.” (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 at what 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 not grow stale. I desire vibrancy, excitement, some joy. OK, a lot of 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.