Breathe on Me

This morning while I was having my QT with the LORD,  He told me to "Sit Joy and watch outside through your window, and see Me."

So I did.  I sat here in my favourite chair.  The one that at the beginning of Covid, I took it and turned it around so that it was in the corner but facing the outside.  And it became my place to sit and spend hours with Him.  Yes, I share the space with retreaters, but it really is "my" space where I meet God.  That being said, I had someone who spent hours sitting here in November, and her experience she shared was pretty amazing too.  

ANYHOW, this morning, He told me to sit and look outside on this grey skied day.  Actually perhaps the calmness before the storm, if we are going to actually get the weather they predict to hit this evening.

Out of that stillness, came these words:

O Breath of Heaven ~ 

I sit and feel your breath upon me, upon the land.  

I can't see it but I feel it.  

Gentle 

Around me, creation feels your breath and in turn breathes it in.

I see the starkness of the trees.  

Bare

Grey, brown and black hues amidst the thick blanket of snow.

Skies are grey.

It is still ~ the chime is not singing

Not much is happening 

except the nuthatches and chickadees coming to gather seed at the window feeder.

O Breath of Heaven ~ Breathe on Me

I who feels like the trees

stark with no clothing to adorn them

their leaves turning into mulch under the snow

their branches bare

their tops reaching into greyness

yet, they are a home to birds 

who bring a splash of color to their bleakness

I feel their stillness, and truth be told, 

I like the stillness

 the winter ...

With a chance to feel a reprieve

to sit in the season where seeds are as if dead

anticipating the day 

they will spring to life under the watchful eye of the Creator God Himself.

O Breath of Heaven

Breathe on me Holy Spirit

Nooma (the Greek word for wind or spirit)

"The wind blows wherever it pleases.  You hear its sound, 

but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going.  

So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit."   (John 3:8)

Breathe on Me ~

into my barrenness

into the greyness of life that I feel 

with its weariness during this long season

Breath INTO Me Breath of Life ~

down into the depths of my roots

 that are dormant and resting

And even in the resting, breathe on me

guiding me to your nourishment needed at this time

to prepare me for the next season

When what looks dead springs to life.

When creaking bare boughs sprout buds 

and turn to rustling leaves

Breathe on Me

So that in this bleak time of winter in my life

I know your work is happening in the unseen

and in the resting 

and 

in the stillness.

Breathe on Me

reminding me that your breath removes and refreshes weariness

Your breath fills places 

that feel empty

alone 

and almost dead.

Your remind me that the grey barren bleakness will give way to new life and beauty.

This rest is needed for what will come!

Breathe on me Holy Spirit ~ 

Breathe into the stillness

Into the bleakness

of winter 

Breathe!

May HE breathe into your winter too.  I know that many many many people are feeling weary.  Be Still my friends.  Sit with the Almighty One. Let his breath fall on you and restore those places that only HE can fill and restore.  Rest with Him in this winter of your life.

with love,

j