I’ve always loved the wind.
You can’t help but notice nature. The trees bend in homage. The leaves compete to see who can hold on the longest. Snowflakes shimmy and twirl.
On the Kansas plains, I remember watching the wind blow in a line of clouds, so of course, I also love storms.
Perhaps it is only natural that one of my favorite Gospel stories is that of Jesus calming the storms. Jesus could be found in the storms – one of my favorite places!
That’s where some of us recognize Him most easily.
If I had been in that boat, I know I would have been one of the first to recognize Him because I would have been out looking at the sea and enjoying the storm. I would have been jumping up and down in excitement and pointing, “Look, He’s coming!”
This Lent I am asking myself: “What about the boat that I am in today? Would I recognize Jesus today?”
I’m worried that I may have drifted a little off course. It is calm, but my boat is empty. There is no one else here. There don’t appear to be any safe harbors. I am isolated and drifting. There is no wind. My sails are limp.
It just feels like I am moving too slowly – drifting further out into the deep, away from everyone else. And so I pray:
Dear God, don’t let me get lost. Please send someone to help me navigate. It would make the journey so much more pleasant. Together, we could count the stars and marvel at your wonderful creation as we watch a sunset. But if that’s not possible, please just send me a little wind. Fill my sails and help me soar closer and closer to my final destination.
Reflection question: How can you pick up a little wind on your spiritual journey?