Wednesday, November 9, 2011


I open the window to allow the fresh air to blow through the house.

I find a seat on the couch and the First Boy plops down next to me. He clutches a pencil in his hand as my fingers fly over the computer keys. Shoulder to shoulder we write. He hums a tune as he works his spelling words into vowel patterns. I pause as I try to give voice to the heart of this post. He sets his pencil down to clap the rhythm of syllables. Deliberate and purposeful his hands come together to the beat of words.

Peace, piece, our, hour, cent, and scent—all words for life.

My spirit pauses to listen in…

He claps to the rhythm of   L I F E.

The open window becomes a passageway to my heart. I hear the leaves of the trees rustling even clapping in the wind…

Do I clap to the rhythm of life?

Or do I will for the tempo to change?

Now the Blonde Boy catches my attention. He sits on his knees sinking lower and lower into the floor. He leans into his art taped to the wall. Black marker in hand he pens his name in the lower right hand corner—

Writing identity across his creation.

Is that not what our Lord does? Write His name ever so carefully across our lives. Is He not intentional and even deliberate with the picture of our destiny?

The Blonde Boy covers the pen with its cap and wanders over to the open window. He watches in wonder as the curtain transforms into a sail. The wind fills the fabric with its breath. His blue eyes widen as the sail swells. Anticipation lights up his face. I know what he’s thinking—

How high will the sail fly?

How high indeed. How high or low will the Wind take us? I feel the coolness of the breeze fill the room—and I know—our sail will soon change direction.

Will I go where the Wind blows or will I resist with the weight of an anchor?

The bronze fabric balloons high and then whips wildly to the wind. I hear them again—the trees clapping to the rhythm. They know—I know—to trust in the Wind.
Are you yielding to Holy Spirit to lead you? What direction is He taking you in?

Here or somewhere…be real.
Share your journey.

Reflective Scripture
5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
6 in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight
Proverbs 3:5-6

Relevant Worship
Mighty Breath of God by Jesus Culture


  1. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful!

  2. Yield! What a powerful word! Discouraged, I put my precious girl in the car this morning and began our drive to school. She intently listens to her Adventures in Odyssey, while I press in to hear His voice. Immediately, I heard the words of Proverbs 3:5-6 in my spirit, "Trust in Me, lean not on what you see (your own understanding." I take a deep breath and surrender it all to Holy Spirit. Yield, what a challenging yet oh so beautiful word! Thank you Laura!

  3. Wow. I'm catching my breath. So good. So very good.

  4. Writing identity across his creation.

    *sigh* this one - it is sinking deep.

  5. Laura you give me chills. I read your words and get into a floaty good place so quickly. I feel like cream being stirred into a thick drinking chocolate. Slow, soothing, effortlessly deliberate.
    And I think I can almost hear you saying the very words I'm reading. And I'm in the room watching the curtain take flight in wonderment. Thank you for sharing your space with me, if only for the moment.

  6. LOVE LOVE LOVE your post! Always stirs my heart and calls me onward!! AW

  7. That is so inspirational!
    I felt joy and wonder as I read it. Thank you. MD

  8. Could feel the wind. Will I resist it or embrace it and let it carry me?