The Wind Never Stops – You Are Loved

A few months ago, I was blessed to pray with a girl I had babysat for years as she prepared to receive her First Communion. She was nervous and did not want to do it, which broke my heart because it showed the poor catechism she was receiving. She had no idea how special that moment would be, but God put it in my heart to try to speak His desire for her one afternoon as the wind blew gently. 

I took her to the church, and we sat in the courtyard to paint. Surprisingly, this 8-year-old girl began drawing crosses and was filled with joy as we discussed God and life.

Ultimately, I hope this encourages you to listen to those promptings of the Holy Spirit, especially if God is asking you to put yourself in a vulnerable situation. You never know how God might reward your faith. 

In this case, God opened my eyes to the beauty of being a witness to Christ. Surprisingly, that little girl gifted me one of the paintings she made, and she wrote The Wind Never Stops. I asked her what that meant, but she laughed, saying she had no idea. 

I took it to prayer, and this is what I heard. 

Pray. Listen. Love.

Sit out in the sun. 

It’s a little warmer there, but you still feel the wind. 

With this in mind, close your eyes and let your heartbeat lead this prayer. 

Now, your heart speaks to the Lord.

Oh, you are more than I can sense. Yet you give me the strength to fight. 

I may be doubtful. I might not run the extra mile like you expect your disciples to do with Luke 6: 27- 36 in mind.

And then, most times, I just lay there in denial. 

But you love me- no less- and the wind keeps going. Still, you remain by my side.

Is that true, though? How could the God who is love look down on me and call me his child? 

I am unworthy. I don’t deserve your mercy. 

I’ve failed you time after time, yet you still want my heart? Why? 

You call out my name in the whispers of the wind, and my soul is drawn to follow its lead.

I run to your arms inside that little booth to find your forgiveness. Undoubtedly, forgiveness gives me the grace to persevere and wash away my sins. 

My eyes have been healed. I can see the damage I’ve done and the wrongs I lived through. 

They hurt but no longer hardened my heart. My eyes are set on you. 

Nevertheless, It’s not easy. No, it’s not easy to see the King of kings fight for those who shamelessly wave flags of pride and vice. 

Lord, I was once like them. I often get lost. It’s painful to know I am just as capable of such ingratitude, and I fall into temptation more often than not. 

I can’t stay in grace on my own. Nor do you don’t want me to. But the truth remains that I need you, and I am wanted by you. So, let my body be as strong as the desire of my spirit to love your goodness. 

Please grant me the duty to dry up your sweat and remove your hurt. It would help if you didn’t relive that night at Gethsemane. You would do it again for me, but Lord, once and for all was the power of that agony. 

Soften my heart. Let it unite to yours as the wind blows. 

You are the only one who can make this life worth suffering for. You may not want it this way, but love still soars high through sorrow. 

I feel your embrace. I am safe in your arms. No matter what will happen when I’m no longer under the sun, my heart will keep beating for you. 

The wind never stops, but neither does your love.

Amen.