His breath becomes ours when we feel too burdened to carry on. He warms us when too cold. He cools us when too hot –
in the creative realm of our soul.
He says, “My child, be kind, but never too tame.”
He stays. In thoughts, in dreams, He beholds us in all our facets and attitudes. He becomes our spiritual muscle, reshaping our clay hearts, with music, and nourishment, and attitude. His hand guides us as we cross, ever closer into Him.
‘The Lord opens the eyes of the blind. The Lord raises up those who are oppressed. The Lord loves the righteous. The Lord protects foreigners and helps the fatherless and the widow, but He frustrates the ways of the wicked.’ (Psalms 146:8-9 HCSB)