This little soft pastel sketch was drawn
on a scrap piece of cardboard. It stayed
on the table for a few days because I did not feel the need to store it away carefully
with my other pictures.
The Lord took this good opportunity to
whisper in my ear.
I had thought of this drawing as being
‘just’ a grass, one of those that I had seen during my walks - fully ripe and
glowing in the sun. But the Lord called
it His little Wind Harp.
Persistently - until He had caught my
attention.
The wind harp sounds when its strings
vibrate in the wind, bringing forth an ever changing, beautiful sound.
And I felt God speaking into my heart:
Be my wind harp, beloved, sing with my
wind - the wind of my Holy Spirit. Open yourself and resonate with the sound of
my heartbeat - carry it into my world; the sound of colors, the melodies of
love and trust, my song of hope and truth. Swing and sing with my wind to the rhythm
of my heart.
Sing
with my wind, my love,
sing
with my wind.
The
song of my summer,
the
song of my rain,
bring
in my harvest, sing with my wind.
There is a new song sounding in the earth,
a song fresh from the Father’s heart. It’s the sound of the grass harp, the
song of the harvest. The harvest that longs to come in! It’s the fresh dew of
the new day – a gift from heaven. It’s the song of the bridegroom as he calls
forth his bride.
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| Sound of the Wind Harp |
The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!”
And let the one who hears say, “Come!” Let the one who is thirsty come; and let
the one who wishes take the free gift of the water of life.
Revelation
22:17 NIV
by Charis Gabriel
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