The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.
It is a surprisingly beautiful thing, to find oneself becoming so purely unfettered. Unfettered to the point of stability. Suprising, I suppose that would have been, to my old self.
But it makes perfect sense now.
Unfettered to the point of a truly doubtless existence. Something that would be entirely unfathomable to my old self. But that is perhaps just part of growing up. And loving God.
Probably all of it is really...
Unfettered to the point of endless love, grace, and harmony. Perhaps something to look forward to.
