The breeze through my open porch window is like His feather-winged gentleness upon me as I watch it bouffant my sheers. It’s like breath through a silky, billowy scarf, quieting my soul to rhythms of notes chasing in and out of chimes there… stirring my spirit through sunlight shimmers across scarlet-leafed dogwood…lifting my heart to prayer in the ethereal glow of white window dress. I can almost see the wings of the Dove.
I’m whispering words of His Word over my neighbor in hospital downtown, asking Him to make my prayers as joining hands with his wife so that we lay hands on him as one… speaking life —
when a passage I’ve heard ministered this week falls much as a gold and orange-tipped reminder on my shoulder…
Now the earth was corrupt in the sight of God, and the earth was filled with violence. God looked on the earth, and behold, it was corrupt; for all flesh had corrupted their way upon the earth...
The Lord said, “Behold, they are one people, and they all have the same language. And this is what they began to do, and now nothing which they purpose to do will be impossible for them.
Come, let Us go down and there confuse their language, so that they will not understand one another’s speech.”… the Lord confused the language of the whole earth; and from there the Lord scattered them abroad over the face of the whole earth.
~ Genesis 6:11,12 and 11:1, 5-9 [New American Standard]
And open-mouthed, I wonder…
If a corrupt people might have transformed their world to further evil
by their very united words…
What might we, His enraptured Bride, do
if we purposed as one
to speak only His Holy Spirit-breathed Word
out on our world,
immediate and abroad?
O Father, help us to choose our words, even in our everyday moment-to-moment lives, to envision the impossible along with You!
© Pam Depoyan
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