They that dwell under his shadow shall return; they shall revive as the corn, and grow as the vine: the scent thereof shall be as the wine of Lebanon. Hosea 14:7
As we sit under the shadow of our Jesus, we find rest for our weary souls, protection from our enemy, and great delight in His presence where there is joy unspeakable.
The picture God shows me of Israel being revived as corn, reminds me that like a kernel of corn that is planted it must die to produce fruit. We must die to ourselves, deny ourselves, pick up our cross and follow Jesus, then we will bring forth fruit in our own lives to glorify our Father in Heaven. I am also reminded by the vine of the seasons in our lives. In winter the vine looks dead, no sign of fruit, not even leaves or any sign of life in the branches.
BUT, as the branch abides in the vine there is life giving nourishment. As we abide, dwell, remain, hide in the shadow of our God, we are fed by His word watered by the Holy Spirit to come to the spring time of life that begins to bud, to a summer where fruit grows, and to an autumn where fruit is harvested. The scent of the fruit produced in our lives is as the scent of the wine of Lebanon, known for it’s smell afar off, and it’s utmost quality compared to none other.
A life that abides in Jesus, grown under the shadow of His wings, that dwells in the secret place of the most High, will produce fruit that brings glory to our Father, that attracts others because of it’s good smell through the fruit of the Spirit in our lives, and points them to our Father.
Love is the fruit of the Spirit which consists of…
joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance..
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. Song of Solomon 2:3
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty Psalm 91:1 .
Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings, Psalm 17:8
In the secret in the quiet place,
In the stillness you are there
In the secret in the quiet hour I wait
Only for you
Cause I want to know you more
I want to know you,
I want to see your face
I want to know you more
I want to know you
I want to hear your voice
I want to know you more