The Bough and the Wind

Oh these boughs, how they’ve been named so well. Strong enough to withstand the harshest conditions, yet humble enough to yield to the patterns of the wind.

To see them bow – their very namesake – awakens a sense of wonder. How they personify their nomenclature and show us over and over how to yield, if we will only pay attention.

Decade after decade, the same bough notices what the Wind is doing each day and presents itself as an offering, slightly shifting with each gust, until they are moving together as one. Each breeze never the same, but these old friends, the branch and the wind, know each other well. The bough holds wind patterns on its exterior, etched…marked…forever by this friendship. The tree may not know where the wind is going or where it has been, but the present moment is captivating enough to take in every ounce of it’s presence.

And the wind itself, as it navigates through these branches, is somehow able to release it’s roar in a way it otherwise wouldn’t have. While it can sing it’s song on its own, it wants the partnership of the trees. It finds pleasure in becoming entangled in the crevices of the boughs of the trees, swarming through twigs, branches and leaves, perhaps even the nests that it houses, releasing a sound of praise in this dwelling. How it is overtaken by the lungs of the trees breathing in it’s riches and exhaling it to the world.

This beautiful story of partnership is right outside of our doors, hidden within the wrinkles of the mountainside, revealing a glorious friendship available to each and every one. We are His Beloved, His Mighty Oaks of Righteousness. We have a good Father and an intentionally creative Creator.

“But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you.”
John 14:26

“Don’t you realize that you have become God’s inner sanctuary and that the Spirit of God makes his permanent home in you?”
1 Corinthians 3:16

Published by Reading Between the Vines

Hi there, I’m Christa Hanshaw! I’m a wife, mama to 6 kiddos, crossword enthusiast, wheat penny collector and an observer of the nature of Yahweh within the crevices of creation.

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