“The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.” -John 3:8

Can you at all see the wind? And yet it is no less present simply because you cannot behold such with your eyes. You know by the gentle breeze running through the trees' leaves that the wind is real.

Beloved, remind yourself of your salvation. Bring to remembrance whose name you have called upon, and by whose spirit you have been given life. My child, you know that My presence is real: for, the operation of My Spirit is your only hope for redemption.

“But ye are not in the flesh, but in the Spirit, if so be that the Spirit of God dwell in you. Now if any man have not the Spirit of Christ, he is none of his.” -Romans 8:9

Behold, I blow upon you with the divine gentleness of the Holy Ghost: be responsive to My movements. Why do you stiff Me? Harden not your heart to My wind. Let My breeze blow upon every branch of your heart, and stir every leaf of your soul.

Be led by My Spirit, and be not of a hardened heart. You are as a weathervane, and I seek to shift and reposition you toward My Spirit's callings. I seek to guide and move you with My ethereal hand: let not the wind-vane of your heart be rusted up in pride, nor bonded down with doubt. Yield your mind, body, and soul to My using.

Again I say, you are as a heavenly flag, set upon a flagpole within the world. Do not entangle yourself with the thrashings and tumults of this present life, else when My gentle wind blows, you will not be responsive to the callings that I send you. Should your flag be tossed about with the turbulence of carnality, you will in no way react to My breeze.

You are as seeds of truth, and heavenly spores, resting patiently in My hand. Be not weighted down with the cares of this life, else in the hardness of your heart you will cast yourself down to a place that I have not intended for you. Yea, but rather, be lightened by My Spirit's grace, and I will lift My hand to the wind, and animate My seeds to the air, and send you to the place which pleases Me.

Beloved, I use many words to show you of your heart's condition: and know that it is sin that weighs you down, and makes your feet as lead. Know that I have called you to a weightlessness of heart, and to a feathersome flight with your Maker.

It is your heart that will weigh heavily: each finger you keep on it will weigh on you, and each finger you take off it will lift you. I desire your heart: I will keep it, and you will keep fit. I will ameliorate your load, you must only uncurl your fingers from off your life.

Will you spend all your days in the weight-room of your heart? Will you stay continually occupied with the weight-set of your life? Child, you can, but you will scarcely feel My wind in its uplifting and aerial delight. I am the soul’s floatation: where do you want to go today?

Am I seeking for the strongest, or the wisest, or the noblest, or the richest of men? Such are irons of the direst weight! Beloved, I want only your precious heart. You need not be strong, or noble, or rich, or even wise; I just want your heart, minus your credentials. I just want you, however valueless you may think you are. Do you not know? I am all value and riches. I am all strength and wisdom.

If you would but forsake your prideful ways, and turn from your self-confidence, what things I could do! What places I could take you! If you would but empty yourself of all your cares, I would free you. If you would but set down all your load, I would fill you with My floatatious presence: lo, your feet would never touch the ground again.

Be led by My Spirit: I am an infinite ocean, and a beautiful, starry, and endless space. I have places for you to go, and faces for you to see. From My Spirit to yours: come, let us fly.