The wind blew in like March, just like the lady on the TV said it would. I heard the wind chimes start to dance and a sound like a jet passing low overhead.
We can’t see the wind, but we can see the grass and the trees bend, we can feel the rush on our face, and we can see manmade things tip and start to fly, and we conclude that it’s windy.
I have accumulated enough garbage and recycling that the bins will not topple tomorrow morning at the side of the road, but if this wind keeps up, I may have to fetch them from the ditch once they’re emptied. The other day I saw bins in the median of the four-lane highway.
A few years ago I heard a preacher say we never see the wind, but we see its effects, and therefore he believed in the wind.
It’s easy to believe in the wind. With all of creation around us, you’d think more people would believe in the Creator, too, but somehow that’s a bigger leap.
