You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8 )
As I sit outside this morning and hear the rustle of the leaves, it’s a gentle breeze that’s producing the beautiful song. It brought a smile to my face.
My grandparents lived in Fajardo, PR. Today I was reminiscing over a visit when I was a little girl.
My grandma’s house was surrounded by trees with lots of shade. Her balcony was huge or at least it was to me. There was a little house in the back that I could enter. I remember a sewing machine and just a quaint room that beckoned invitation.
No matter where I was in her big lot of land, the trees covered everything. I could feed the chickens, catch slugs on the ground or climb the mango tree and have a treat. At night I would sit with my grandfather on the porch taking in the lessons on how to play domino.
It’s amazing how just the rustle of the trees can flood my mind and bring me back to a vivid childhood memory, a beautiful memory!
As the birds are singing this morning and only nature’s song is flooding my ears, the Lord also whispered to me.
He reminded me that my grandma, Felicita, was a Christian. I don’t ever remember going to church with her or even knowing or understanding the walk that she had with God. I still don’t. I do recall that after she died she gave her bible to my cousin.
As life progressed, in my twenties, I too began to serve the Lord. My cousin became ill and I remember visiting her at the hospital. As life was escaping from her and the transition of life was arriving, I recall pulling out a bible and reading from the book of Psalms to her. I began to encourage her and speak about the Lord and his goodness to her.
Sharing with other relatives, I pointed to my grandma’s bible that was in my cousin's hand. She was not awake or able to converse, but I do know that the Word of the Lord has authority and its a testament of all God has left for us. I told my relatives, “read to her from grandma’s bible”. The hope of eternal life is spoken about in the Book.
Did grandma go to church and pray for her family? I have been born-again and know that once you have this treasure, you want everyone to have it! Maybe grandma did speak to me about the Lord and I don’t remember. After speaking with my dad today, he said she was always praying, reading and in church. Perhaps as I walked the land and climbed the trees, she had prayed over her entire home that I would encounter the Savior. Indeed, I have!
Even now the wind is blowing, and the trees are moving at the Lord’s command. Even now the Wind of the Spirit is moving and speaking his purpose and direction over me.
Truly, before I was even born he knew me.
Pray, read and worship the Lord. Pray over your lineage that has not come forth yet. Cover those that will one day walk the earth, grandchildren, nephew & nieces. Pray for those that are rebelling against the Lord today. Pray for God’s intervention. Pray fervently and never forget that prayer affects today and tomorrow; it crosses over continents, causes change and affects future lineage.
Thank you Lord for saving grandma and saving me.