Evening — January 28 — Song of Solomon 4:16

Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits. — Song of Solomon 4:16God's discipline flows from fatherly compassion, even when it feels like punishment, and every painful wind is measured to grow the Spirit's fruit in us. The Son Himself learned obedience through suffering, so the Father's hard winds are never wasted. They are His appointed means of producing inner renewal and eternal glory.