Wind is Blowing

A wind is blowing like a gentle breeze over the land.

It is cool to the face as it brushes past me ever so gently.

Blowing my hair about as if fingers are caressing me.

Or someone playing with my hair in a friendly sort of way.

The trees of the field dance with gentle breeze.

The grasses move with the movement of this breeze, in delight.

This breeze is not harsh, it does not disturb anything in its way. 

It is more like a caressing movement.

That is it, caressing! 

God so desires to touch His people.

He comes in a gentle breeze. 

God coming to surround us ~ in His Love!

This gentle breeze is not to change us, or disturb any part of us.

But just to touch us ever so gently. 

Just to touch us ..

God wants to touch us

The trees of the field recognize Him

The grasses of the field recognize Him

They all dance and move with Him in delight