Jesus answered, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born of water and the Spirit he cannot enter into the kingdom of God. That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. Do not be amazed that I said to you, ‘You must be born again.’ The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going; so is everyone who is born of the Spirit.”
As a teenager I worked as a laborer framing houses in West TN for a friend of mine named Tim Taylor. I'm not kidding that was his real name and yes he had much in common with the character from Home Improvement.
Long summer days spent under the sun would leave us longing for a cool breeze to blow and bring some relief to the Mississippi Delta. We would get them every now and then but not very often. Then there was that day we were decking a house and the wind decided to gust right as I was walking across the roof with a 4x8 sheet of plywood. I was almost taken airborne as the plywood was ripped from my hands and went flying in the fury of that wind until it finally crashed to the ground. Luckily nothing was damaged except my pride.
The wind is like that, gentle one moment raging the next. Bringing relief and then nearly pushing you to your death. God is like that too. He is more elusive than we care to admit and wilder than we can imagine. God is like the wind. He does what He wants, when He wants, how He wants, and we don't even enter into the equation.