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Jul 06 2020
Blossoms are appearing! The season of songbirds has come, and the cooing of doves is being heard in the land. Song 2:12
My family used to raise doves, and sell the babies to pet stores. It was fairly easy, since they mated for life. And mated a lot! In fact, that is one of the unique things above doves. When our doves weren’t eating or sleeping, they were preening and loving on each other. The male constantly did a courtship dance, too. “Coo-Coo-Wah,” (with head bow) and he’d repeat it over and over until his female was finally receptive to him…
Jun 25 2020
The Shulamite woman quietly enters a room, where King Solomon is seated at his “round table.” Busily talking to his men and looking at charts, he doesn’t see her behind him. But soon he lifts his nose to the air and closes his eyes…obviously catching a waft of her perfumed presence! This delights the Shulamite, and she sings, (which only she hears, as this is like an opera) “While the king is around his table, my spikenard spreads its fragrance!” verse 12.
Solomon returns to looking at his papers, but there’s a boyish smile on his face. We know that he knows, that his lover is in the room. The Shulamite, however…
Jun 12 2020
I treasure my collection of books and studies about the Song of Songs. They are like little gardens to stroll through; sometimes discovering in one of them a fragrant flower that smells of Christ, or in another, a healing herb. Most have something to offer, even if they have a few “weeds” here and there. :-)
There is one book that I especially like, from a devotional standpoint particularly. It is, well, “different.”
May 31 2020
My beloved is like a pouch of myrrh that rests between my breasts.– Song 1:13.
Anna,
I am speaking to you today, a fictional daughter, who has a name that’s dear to my heart. My Mom always thought it’d be nice to be called Anna. If she could change her name. So precious Anna, draw close. I have something to show you. It’s something I hope you can also smell.
See it here? This small, tightly-bound satchel hanging between my breasts? It’s called “Myrrh.” Go ahead, open it. The crystals are beautiful in color, aren’t they? Some call them “tears.” And for good reason.
I’ll try to be brief…
Esther in Ephesians – For Such a Time As This!
A Tour of a Secret Garden
An Absolute Captivation by T. Austin-Sparks
Journey of Tears
Upping the Torch Flame
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