Father, I want to blow with the wind of Your Spirit today. If the breeze is listless, then still me, that I might stir with its slightest push. If the wind is gusty and strong, raise me up, put a song in my mouth, put fire on my tongue and in my eyes. If the wind is northerly, and chill, then brace me, test me, help me to catch the rhema word and allow the attitudes I have been clutching on to to be swept away and lost. If the wind is sultry and balmy, then stir me up in passion and expressions of love, to taste your apples and to eat your raisins.
Give me your power. Give me your word. Give me the fullness of your promises and open my ears wider to catch what you are whispering. Make this the hunger of my heart and the overwhelming, daily, quest of my life. I want to be hand in hand with you today, my tread by your tread, my heart beating close to yours, my head on your shoulder.