"man, it's windy..."

It was a morning just like several others during deer season.  I woke up early to see if I could stick a deer with my compound bow.  My lovely wife, who acts as my alarm clock, woke me up at 5:15 am.  I rolled around in bed for a few minutes and decided to give it a chance even though the forecast looked glim.  I put on some shorts and shirt and headed out.  When I went outside, I thought to myself, "man it's windy."

As I drove to the property to hunt, I began to play out the process of how I was going to make sure I had every opportunity to slay one of the many big bucks I have been seeing on my trail cam.  Sitting in my truck driving north, I didn't notice how hard the south wind was blowing.  Driving to my parking spot, it seemed like any other morning, until I open my truck door to get my camo on.  When I began to open my door, the wind ripped it out of my hand and I thought to myself, "man, it's windy."

Standing beside my truck getting my scentlok camo on, I began to realize my chances of success were going to be hindered by the wind.  It was only blowing like 25 mph.   I walked my normal trail to my stand.  I could hear the wind ripping through the trees.  I could feel the wind on my face.  I climbed into my stand and began to get settled in.  Then I felt it, the tree began to sway in the wind.  This is a big tree too.  I stayed the course, going to tough it out and get the big one.

I sat there in the dark, holding my bow and then I started thinking, "man, it's windy."  It wasn't the normal breeze.  It was loud and hard, I couldn't hear anything but the wind.  I could see the grass in the field doubled over leaning to the north.  The leaves all around me sounded like thousands of papers being wadded up.  Birds were not chirping or I couldn't hear them.  As the sun came out, the clouds were rolling through the sky as if it were a river of light and smoke.

I realized my plan of success would have to be put on hold. I hate to admit, I was a little upset.  Since I was there, I figured I might as well just deal with it and see what might happen.  Doing what I always do as the sun comes up, God and I started talking.  He listens and I talk most of the time.  I seemed to be stuck on the wind today.  Couldn't get it off my mind.  I asked Him why he needed the wind.  I asked Him to stop it and let me kill a deer.  I asked Him what role the wind played in day to day activity other than bringing in a storm or change in the weather. 

Then I remembered a story in Mark chapter 4.

Jesus is asleep in the stern of the boat.  The wind was howling and the disciples were scared.  Real scared.  A major storm was happening.  Then Jesus steps out on the deck and tells the wind to stop and be still.  His disciples looked at each other and asked just exactly who He was.  Who is this guy that the wind and rain listen?

Understanding another lesson from God, I realized He doesn't need the wind.  He controls the wind.  He is in charge of it all.  He calms the storms in real life and in our spiritual lives.  He is the end and the beginning.  He doesn't need me.  I need him.  When we put things in the right order and understand God doesn't need us, the wind doesn't matter anymore.  God doesn't serve us, we serve him.  God doesn't need our worship, He deserves it.  

I didn't see a deer, but I focused on God and he gave me what I needed to hear.  I think many times in life we focus on the wind and storms.  I don't know how the winds of life are affecting you, but just remember, God is in control.  He can tell the wind to stop.  He knows every hair on your head and He knows your thoughts.  I climbed down out of my stand, walked to the truck, took off my camo, and thought to myself, "man, it's windy."


What do you need to focus on?  
What is God needing to talk to you about?


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