Zephyr

It’s a strange name for a warm wind, zephyr. Well, I don’t mind what it’s called, as long as it stays warm. Of course it’s all relative. It feels warm, because finally today the sun was out and there was warmth in it, and the temperatures rose to 16C or 61F, which is very acceptable.

The daffodils are dancing in the breeze, the swallows have returned to the barns, and the fruit trees are beginning to bud.

Spring is a season of such promise. I just hope that it starts in earnest now, and delivers on its promises.

That’s one thing about God. The Holy Spirit is often described in the Bible as a wind. He blows where he will, doing what he wants. He is powerful, and yet gentle. And the best thing is, he always delivers on his promises.

I just love that.

Jesus has promised to return again, in glory and power, and wipe away every tear and vanquish death and suffering and illness for good. For ever.

I just love that, too.