STOP!!! For just two minutes to read this......

Song of Solomon 5:2-8
2. I sleep, but my heart is awake; it is the voice of my beloved! He knocks, saying, "Open for me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one; For my head is covered with dew, My locks with the drops of the night."
3. I have taken off my robe; How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet; How can I defile them?
4. My beloved put his hand By the latch of the door, And my heart yearned for him.
5. I aroseto open for my beloved. And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
6. I opened for my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart leaped up when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7. The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls Took my veil away from me.
8.I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, That you tell him I am lovesick!

Picture yourself lying in bed when a sudden voice or alertness in your spirit awakens you. Your wide awake and can't understand why. You wonder, could it be God speaking to you? You lay there in your warm bed trying to make a choice, should I go back to sleep? or should I answer to the voice of Jesus? Meanwhile Jesus (your beloved) waits for you to answer as he hold oils (annointing) to annoint you. When you finally make the choice to get up and answer to His call he has left. All that is left is the oil that spread from his hands on the door locks. You run desperately calling out to Him but you are exposed to the dangers of the watchmen, they rip your veil and you become wounded. You cry in pain to have your beloved sought because you become aware of that which you treated so carelessly, happened to be your greatest love.
These verses make me cry. I can almost feel the Shulamite's emptiness when she finally opened the door and found her beloved was not on the other side and the only evidence her beloved was there was the myrrh dripping on the locks. I pray I never keep my beloved waiting. Jesus is my most precious love.


The picture: Have you ever been in Gods presence so intently you felt Him dearly close you could almost physically touch Him? I was driving home and these clouds were so low I felt all I had to do was reach to them and I would be able to touch them. How dear is the Glory of God, its hurts to only be able to sense His presence, how Glorious it would be to embrace Him. One day, I know it.

Blessings <><