Lessons from the Wind
The Spirit of God isn’t something we can see or predict.  Like the wind, He doesn’t always move in ways we understand. I was walking along canyon's Trail of Time one spring afternoon, the kind of day where the Grand Canyon wind seems alive.  Gusts whipped around me, threatening the security of my hat and sending clouds racing across the sky.  I could hear the whisking sound of the wind through the pinons, as their shed needles danced through the air and then disappeared into the depths of
