Anything is better than indifference. Our souls might well welcome the north wind of trouble if it draws out the fragrance of our graces. As long as we know, "The Lord wasn't in the wind," we won't fear the harshest blast on the plants of grace. The bride in this verse willingly accepts her Beloved's corrections, asking only for His grace in any form, without worrying about how it comes. Like her, haven't we grown weary of deadness and calm, longing for anything to stir us to action? Yet she also craves the warm south wind of comfort, the divine love, and joy of the Redeemer's presence, which often rouses our sluggish hearts. She wants either or both, just so she can delight her Beloved with the spices of her garden.

She can't stand being unproductive, and neither can we. It's heartening to think Jesus might find comfort in our small, weak graces. Can it be true? It seems too wonderful. We might even welcome trials or death if they help us bring joy to Immanuel's heart. If it glorifies Jesus, let our hearts be crushed, if that's what it takes. Unused graces are like scents locked in unopened flowers. The wise Gardener uses both hardship and comfort to draw out our faith, love, patience, hope, resignation, joy, and more. May we come to know this deeply.