I decided the old blog name was just too hard to understand or at least too hard to spell. It had significance (you can read about it in the very first blog post), but I wanted it to be more simple. Well, as always, I over thought this decision. To make a long story short, I tried some names and they were taken. So...I thought about significant times I have had with the Lord and came up with the current title "Whispers in Breezes".
I can remember going to watch our friend Will Buie play football for Northview several years ago. It was a very hot night and I was enjoying watching the people around me. I remember talking to the Lord while I sat there and specifically asking Him to speak to me. It was only seconds later that this cool breeze blew across my face. It was the kind of breeze that is several degrees cooler than the actual temp outside...the kind that moves your hair across your face and makes you smile. I remember feeling the Lord whisper in that breeze that He was always with me. It was beautiful. I have always loved breezes. The wind just reminds me of the Lord's ways...how they are unseen yet always felt...strong yet gentle...refreshing and renewing. Just a couple of nights ago I was outside with my Katie and we were looking at the stars and recalling how Isaiah 40 says God's power holds them all in place, His might keeps none of them from going missing, and how He knows each of their names. The wind blew as we talked about Him and His character of faithfulness. We both smiled and acknowledged His presence in that breeze. I knew right then what to name the blog.
We have to pay attention to the small details the Lord puts around us. We so often overlook the small things because we are so determined to find our desires met in big ones. Some of the most precious times I have had with Jesus were when I noticed small things He was doing around me. Some of the times I have heard His voice the loudest were in His whispers. Things change when I am really aware of Him...when my eyes are open to see His working around me, my ears are open to hear His voice, and my heart is open to feel His presence however He chooses to come near. Those are times when I find the most satisfaction. I really think this is because I am not pre-occupied with my preconceived ideas of how God should act, speak, and visit, but completely surrendered to His being who He is. I like that. He is best at being Him - He doesn't need me to tell Him how to do it. Boy, would things would be messed up if He listened to my instructions! I am very thankful tonight.
