Thursday, February 10, 2011


The first drop. I feel it over my face. The thawing. Frozen landscape of me beginning to melt warmly. The shape, the form of me, created in His image opens with eyes new. I struggle to comprehend the meaning, but something, Someone, is caressing with breath. I inhale, and the warming moves deep.

The Spirit of God has made me; the breath of the Almighty gives me life. (Job 33:4)

It occurs to me then in warming stillness, winter's grip is unyielding. And I remember Narnia, captive to winter far too long. Frozen in dormancy. Winter's appearance suggests death. But there is a stirring... and through this supposed death, it stirs gentle, apparent only to the Creator's eye. My own eye, hindered of spiritual sight fails to see - feel - the movement of winter.


My beloved spoke and said to me, “Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me. See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me.” (Song of Solomon 2:10-12)

Winter served her purpose. She reshaped the landscape of me. And the Breath warms as it thaws to reveal the new. I inhale the restoration, and finally exhale the fragrant beauty of His Creation. Yes!

I am my Beloved's and He is mine. (Song of Solomon 6:3)

And you, beautiful sister-friends... Can you feel the Breath warming, caressing? Winter unyielding cannot sustain its hold at the life-breath of God.


Katy McKenna said...

I can feel the Breath, too, Sharen. Thank you for reminding me that not all breezes are garden-variety. Some are the Spirit, indeed.

Sharen Watson said...

Oh Katy... And when that breath comes it soothes doesn't it? You're so VERY welcome.

Jan Parrish said...


Sharen Watson said...

Jan... Oh thank you. And love to you. ♥