Anyone Use a Fresh Wind in your Sails?

Anyone Use a Fresh Wind in your Sails?

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School has started back in my area and with a vengeance. This year I have a full time position, which I love and know I was meant to do. However, I haven’t gotten used to the new, extended schedule yet.

After church last Sunday, I felt an urging to go to the verse in Psalms 51:12.

“Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.”

Across the page I read the same verse from the Message translation: “Bring me back from gray exile, put a fresh wind in my sails!”

Can you relate with the gray exile feeling? The enemy is so clever in using the busyness of my schedule to rob me of the joy I should have in Christ every day.

I’ll never forget my hubby saying in a sermon once: “If you’ve ever felt closer to the Lord than you do right now, then you need to do something to return to that state.” That’s not a direct quote, but you get the gist.

Right now in my life I would answer a big hearty yes to the fact that there has been a time I have felt closer to the Lord than I do right now.

See, the Psalmist uses the word, restore. This implies that he has experienced the joy of God’s salvation before but needs it brought back. Then those next words about a willing spirit to sustain basically means, help me keep it.

My hand is raised high like a school child. Please pick me! I need a fresh wind in my sails!

Friends, if you would join me in this, I have realized a few things it will require.

First, I need to recognize that I am allowing something or maybe many things to rob me of the joy of fellowship with God.

Second, I have to ask God to help me rediscover that joy, that closeness and excitement for all things of God.

Third, I have to be purposeful. What did I do back when I felt the joy of the Lord? For me personally, I made Him priority by reading His Word and praying. I also went to church with an expectancy to worship God and fellowship with my fellow Christians.

Brothers and sisters, this means making a determined commitment. I will petition God to bring back that joy, and I will do my part, trying not to sink into monotony or apathy, which are joy killers.

Let’s face it. Christians weren’t meant to walk around defeated, joyless, and apathetic. We should be the most joyful and purpose filled people on the planet because of our victory through Christ.

I’m starting right now. “God, please restore to me the joy of your salvation. Put a fresh wind in my sails!”

Paula Mowery About Paula Mowery

Paula is a pastor’s wife, mom to a college student, author, acquiring editor, and speaker. No matter the hat she wears, she strives to honor God’s plan even if it means going out on a limb and leaving comfort zones. Reviewers have characterized her writing as “thundering with emotion.” Her book, Be The Blessing, won the 2014 Selah Award in the novella category. You can follow Paula on Facebook and learn more about her at her blog.


  1. Laurie Driesen says:

    Paula, this was such an encouragement to me. I was just saying to myself something about feeling a little drained right at the same moment I clicked into POTN. Then your post was right in front of me! Great timing, thank you Paula!

  2. Laurie, thanks for commenting. You often don’t know exactly why you are led to write or teach something, but I’ve always known that I need to be obedient because it’s for someone other than myself. Blessings!

  3. You are so right about being purposeful. I’ve been feeling dry lately, too. Even my daily devotions were flat. So I purposed to simply be still before the Lord. Listen for His voice, then obey whatever thoughts came to mind as I meditated on Him. Praise the Lord! What a breakthrough!

  4. Glad this spoke to you, Linda. I’ve found if I’m not purposeful about getting God back to my central focus, I’ll fall right back into that dry place. I don’t want to wallow there. I’d much rather bask in the breeze!

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