Listen to the Wind

22 04 2017

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He was born April 22, 1955, the third son of a full-blooded Macedonian father and a blonde, blue-eyed Ohio farm girl with Welsh ancestry. His parents married right out of high school and had six kids before they were thirty.

Their first son was an adventurer, the second a star athlete, but this third boy? He was born with a poet’s soul, and as he grew, the ordinary brokenness of the world lay heavy on his beauty-craving heart. So he ran after comfort as many do, rebelling against conformity, and attempting to assuage the ache with drugs and other empty pursuits. He longed to belong — to be truly seen and truly loved — but the darkness only grew darker and uglier, and it was slowly crushing him.

He was bruised and tormented, but he wasn’t alone. One whose name is Love patiently prepared that wounded soil until one summer day, at the age of eighteen, he sat alone in a barn loft with the ancient splendor of the Appalachian mountains filling his view.

It was time. All his efforts to anesthetize his pain were powerless against the Creator’s magnificent canvas. The mountains burst forth into singing, the trees of the field clapped their hands, and a question rose from the deeps and escaped his lips.

“Who are You?”

The wind whispered soft. The setting sun kissed the tips of the trees and slid into purpling shadows. He heard no answer, but it was coming.

The boy returned home to Florida with the question still burning. Then one evening, he opened a Bible and read the book of John. When he came to chapter 14, verse 6, he had his answer.

“Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.’”

There’s a wonder to God’s ways with His own. He knows the heart’s language and how to make Himself heard. To an eighteen-year-old poet, he awakened the ache with beauty and wrapped truth around it with the Word. How did this young man know John 14:6 was the answer to the question he’d asked in the loft?

He simply knew.

“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.”

The wind blew, and the boy understood. And he wrote a song — an eighteen-year-old poet’s song of salvation. Here it is.

Testimony Song

I listened to the wind and I began to see
Through people and my heart and my mind, I saw me
And I saw something beautiful
Oh, I know ‘cause the wind brushed my eyes

We each have something good to give
But it’s often hid by the way that we live
Let Truth and understanding be our guide
Let Truth and understanding be our guide

I want to shine just like the Morning Star
I want to say something beautiful to you

I listen to the wind and I begin to see
Through people and my heart and my mind, I see me
And I see something beautiful
Oh, I know ‘cause the wind brushes my eyes
And I know the Lord Jesus fills my life

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Today that boy turns 62. He’s a devoted husband, father, father-in-law, and grandfather; a poet, musician, and steward of Creation; a servant, provider, and friend; and a man of the Word who still follows hard after Truth and understanding. No, he’s not perfect. Through the years he has stumbled more than once and even fallen hard, but the One who is able to make him stand has never for a moment forsaken him. His testimony of Jesus’ faithfulness remains, and as one who has journeyed by his side for 38 years, I can tell you that — in more ways than I can begin to count — he shines. Just like the Morning Star.

In honor of his birthday, you’re invited to listen to his Testimony Song — recorded decades ago on a little cassette tape player — and to catch some glimpses of the “something beautiful” those of us who love him have been privileged to see.

You’re also invited to follow his example. Listen to the wind. Let it brush your eyes. Perhaps you will begin to see something beautiful, too.

 


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12 responses

22 04 2017
Brenda

What a beautiful post, honoring your precious husband. I really enjoyed the testimony song too. I wish him the happiest of all birthdays! Thank you so much for sharing these beautiful words with us,

8 05 2017
jeannedamoff

Thank you!

22 04 2017
Diana Fleenor

Praise the Lord for this beautiful testimony of His work in the life of His child, George! What an amazing story of the good of our Faithful Creator in making us with different gifts and aptitudes. And then the redemption which comes through Christ as we need saved from the wrong way we go in ourselves with those very gifts and aptitudes. Thank you, Jeanne, for sharing with us in order to honor this beloved brother in Christ on his birthday. And, thank you, George, for sharing your testimony through this touching song. Have a Happy Birthday!

8 05 2017
jeannedamoff

Thank you, dear Diana! So glad the story and song blessed you!

22 04 2017
Jim Leftwich

Beautiful and much deserved tribute to a very special man !

8 05 2017
jeannedamoff

Thank you! Love you.

23 04 2017
Joanne Viola (@JViola79)

Beautiful post! We are truly blessed when God brings us special men to be our husbands. Thank you, Jeanne, for sharing George’s testimony in both words and photos. And Happy Birthday to George!

8 05 2017
jeannedamoff

Thank you, Joanne!

24 04 2017
kingdom777

Beautiful 🙂

8 05 2017
jeannedamoff

Thank you!

25 04 2017
Mary P

Thank you so much for sharing these beautiful words with us, Beautiful and much deserved tribute to a very special man !

8 05 2017
jeannedamoff

Thank you!

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