"Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind!
Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow.
Let my beloved come to his garden,
and eat its choicest fruits."
-Song of Solomon 4:16
"Never does He call the north wind, or any other wind, to blow upon His garden without coming Himself."
-Amy Carmichael, Whispers of His Power
The north wind is blowing, Lord. It's really cold in here. Be present, Father, even while the wind blows. And please Lord, let not this wind blow for nothing - let it yield a bountiful spice harvest. Uphold me through this refining. Your will be done.
In Jesus' name,