You can't put God in a box

Here in Malta at the end of summer we often get blessed with some beautiful skies filled with glorious clouds that I absolutely love to gaze at, absorbing their awesome beauty in my soul. The other day, while doing exactly that, watching one of these clouds journey across the sky this thought popped into my head:

I can see the wind blowing that cloud. If I try to put that wind in a matchbox and trap it, it is no longer wind. It cannot be contained. The only way to enjoy that wind is in the 'right now', to ride with it, experience it and live out that moment.

It just struck me how futile it is to try and put God in a box (usually a religious little box). His glory fills the skies, covers the earth, is so mind-blowingly vast and yet we try to restrict Him to the little walls of our doctrinal box. The most amazing thing to me is that the fullness of God that is all poured into Jesus wants to dwell in us, yes us, these little fragile vessels, created for His glory and blessed with this thing called Life, the breath of God, the wind of God.

My closing thought: 'As many as are led by the Spirit of God, these are the sons and daughters of God' Romans 8:14