Who Has Seen the Wind?

"Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I. But when the leaves move in the trees, the wind is passing by." This is an excerpt from a poem my grandma used to quote all the time. We would be going on a walk and the breeze would ruffle her hair. She would stop and hold her hands straight up, fingers spread wide. She would look at me and passionately quote, “Who has seen the wind?...”
I am reminded of my grandma whenever the wind rustles through the leaves or blows my hair in crazy which-ways, or nearly knocks me over.
The wind also reminds me of the power of God. I think of Grandma’s poem, and change the words a bit, “Who has seen the Father? Neither you, nor I. But when we see His children bearing fruit, and we know that He is in our midst.” We may not be able to see God Himself, but we can see the fruit of those who have put their trust in Him.
My grandma is now in her last few days of life. These past few years have been hard, as my family has watched her decline with Alzheimer’s, but in all the trials that came her way, never once did she question God. In fact, she never ceased to praise Him. She was constantly singing “Day by day, and with each passing moment, strength I find to meet my trials here. Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment, I’ve no cause to worry or to fear”, and lifting her arms to the sky saying, “Thank you Jesus for the clouds!”, or whatever else she passed by on her walks.
And this is what I remember when I think of my Grandma; her unwavering trust and love toward Him. I can see Christ in everything she did. The fruit she produced still shines with His glory. She loved dearly and deeply and trusted Him with all her heart. This is what Christ calls us to: love and trust Him with our lives.
It is incredibly hard for me to be all the way in Russia, while my family at home dealing with the doctors, and hospice, and other family members; all the emotions are running high. I want to be there to help remember her life; to celebrate who she was. But what I do remember is her faith. Her faith brings me comfort knowing that if she can continue to love and trust her Jesus through such a confusing time for her, so I am able to trust that He will be with her, bringing her peace.

Thank you Grandma, for your life, your love and the trust you have of your Savior. “Who has seen the Father? Neither you nor I. But when I look into your face, I see Christ resting there.” And He is welcoming you home.