Rise Up, My Love (133): The Breath of God

Spring Garden EstateSong of Solomon 4:16 Spiritually, what is the wind that carries our fragrance up to delight Christ? When Jesus breathed (“blew”) on the disciples, they received the Holy Ghost (John 20:22). The Holy Spirit came upon the disciples as a “mighty, rushing wind” (Acts 2:2—north wind, driving away rain), and as “tongues of fire” (Acts 2:3—south wind, bringing heat), and Jesus spoke of the movement of the Spirit as the movement of wind in John 3:8. I believe the bride is crying out for the movement of the Holy Spirit in her life so that the hidden honey and bottled perfume that he has produced in her can flow out and be shed abroad.

The Holy Spirit, like the north wind, convicts us of sin (John 16:8-11), driving away the clouds of sin and storm from our life. The Holy Spirit, like the south wind, settles us and brings warmth by being our Comforter, Teacher, and Indweller (John 14:16-18; 16:13-15).

Blessed Holy Wind, come blow in our hearts! How wonderful that a garden—although enclosed—is still subject to the gentle influence of God’s breezes. Not the terrible east wind, which withers fruit by its bitter blasts and brings tormenting storms of affliction. Oh, may we praise God even when the biting trials of bereavement and barrenness overtake us, and the winds of Satanic adversity sweep over our souls. May we remember then that “the Lord hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet” (Nahum 1:3). May we meditate on the fact that “It is good for me that I have been afflicted; that I might learn thy statutes” (Psalm 119:71). May we cling to the truth that “all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28). May we patiently recall that there is both “goodness and severity” with God (Romans 11:22), and that “when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold” (Job 23:10). May we determine like Paul to be content in every circumstance, to know how to be abased and how to abound, and to glorify Christ in all things—whether by life or death. May we be like the old farmer who put “God is Love” on his weather vane, reminding himself that no matter which way the wind blows, God is always love!

Yes, may we be found still praising God when the east wind of tribulation tries our souls. May we “count it all joy,” never allowing trouble to make us bitter or uproot us, but rather cause us to send our tap root down deeper into the Rock until we find the mainspring of his sweetness. May we rejoice in the example of the cherry, peach, plum, apple—and ever so many fruits—which require the hardening of biting frost before they can produce fruits again. May we not only bask in the sun of holy joy, but may we learn to find grace in the winter of cold sorrow. As it has been said, “Grace grows best in the winter.” Charles Spurgeon commented that all he learned of grace during the easy times in his life could fit on the head of a pin! May we lay open our hearts before the Lord, kissing the hand that chastens us (because we know it comes from a heart of love), and repeating with Job, “Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him” (Job 13:15).

Still, we do not invoke the east winds to bite us! Our Lord taught us to pray, “Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil” (Matthew 6:13). Our heart’s cry is to the gentle breath of the Holy Spirit…the north and south winds…to stir in our souls. May he flow through so that “we are unto God a sweet savor of Christ, in them that are saved” (2 Corinthians 2:15). May we determine to make every circumstance of our life an occasion of grace to waft abroad our spiritual fragrance. The arid atmosphere of this world needs fresh love and fragrance poured out to bring it life-giving moisture… to purify and sweeten it. Let the breezes blow over our soul and the aroma of life flow out…salt and sugar… “smelling salts” to revive and honey to draw!

“Breathe on me breath of God,
Till I am wholly thine:
Until this earthly part of me
Glows with Thy fire Divine.”
-Edwin HatchApple blossoms are fabulous! We have several apple trees because our property used to be an asparagus farm and apple orchard

 

 

4 thoughts on “Rise Up, My Love (133): The Breath of God

  1. My favorite line “may we learn to find grace in the winter of cold sorrow” – this is where I’m at spiritually. Thank you for this insightful post.

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