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 was not tame when He was on the cross.
He stayed, so He can stay in us. In thoughts, in dreams, He beholds us in all our facets and attitudes … because He became every facet, He explored every part of every emotion we experience. He becomes our spiritual muscle when our strength waivers, reshaping our clay hearts, with His insight, and nourishment, and attitude. He faced evil, too. It was disguised as legalism and law. And, because of the cross 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)