My Bichon-Poo never ceases to amaze me. She approaches her daily walk as if it was the first time she’d ever been down the path that winds around our little community. She is always eager to greet creatures whether it is animal or human, giving each a friendly wag of her tail in acknowledgement of their presence. She has a keen curiosity of tree frogs and does everything in her power to capture this bug-eyed creature. Winnie will come up to the frog in sleuth-like motion, then just when she’s ready to make her move, the tree frog leaps into the air and out of sight. The look of surprise on Winnie’s face is worth a thousand words.
But Winnie’s favorite experience is on those nights when a gentle Gulf breeze is blowing through the palm trees.
Winnie will come to a sudden halt, lift her head toward the sky as her ears flop back over her shoulders,then she allows the soft embrace of the breeze to engulf her entire Bichon body.
I must confess I have come to enjoy the gentle caress of the breeze as well. There is something spiritual about the breeze hugging your person – it refreshes you and calms your soul. In some ways, the blowing of the wind reminds me of the Holy Spirit. He comes softly with His breath of life and caresses our weary souls. After He leaves His mark on our lives, we are stronger for the journey ahead.
John 3:18. The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going. So is everyone who is born of the Spirit.
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What a sweet story. I am a big time dog lover; I currently have 4 in residence. We used to dog-sit two wonderful Bichons and I loved them to death. Your anology of the caress of the breeze to the Holy Spirit was wonderful. Next time I feel a breeze, I'll think of you.