a wife’s covering should leave her longing for the sweetness of his fruit…
Copyright © Wanda Murry, July 26, 2018
I very much enjoy the alone time I share with my husband. Our love is deepening and growing more intimate day-by-day. One of the many niceties and intimates of our relationship is in how He embraces me, and His gentle kisses. I think one of the strongest emotional bonds we develop in the intimacy of marriage is the power of a hearty1,2,3 kiss!
Let me make clear that I’m not talking about the impassioned kiss used as the prelude to the sexual doorway. Nope! I’m talking about the unsearchable intimacy that abides in the heart without the aid of the physical.
So, as I’m riding the bus this morning to work I open my book of notes to read. I’m a person who finds it hard to listen or read the Word of God or any inspirational material and not take notes! I came across a note I wrote down taken from the 52 Weeks of Pursuit commentary I am utilizing this year to read through the bible. Paraphrasing Mark Trotter’s words from Week 27, Day 1, my note says:
Utilizing Psalm 91 in its correct context for me as a Believer in this church age both devotionally and inspirationally:
“Secret Place” – intimacy w/Christ – v1 – Song of Solomon 2:3 …
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
As a writer my mind immediately imagined and embraced the following scenario:
I was sitting on the sofa with my husband, leaned in close to his body,
my head tucked into his shoulder, under His shadow with great delight.
His right arm holds me close and I feel safe and secure from all ills.
I am sharing my deepest, most private thoughts and cares
with Him – without fear of rejection or judgment,
knowing confidently that not only was He listening to every word intently,
but that He truly cared about all of my cares, and the things in my heart and mind.
His care for me was like a warm blanket; a cocoon I never wanted to leave.
As I was talking, He stroked my hair, caressed my shoulder,
brushed His lips tenderly across my brow, my forehead, my cheek…
Making sure that in His arms I was reminded and without doubt,
that He was my home, my fortress, my protector, my hope.
He was my King, my husband, and the man of my dreams,
FOREVER-after throughout all of eternity!
And, finding everything I needed and hoped for in His Arms,
with the sweetness of His fruit upon my lips,
I drifted into the most tranquil rest I could ever know.
Coming out of my reverie as I continued my ride into work today, I simply smiled, wiped the tears from my eyes, and gave Thanks to God for the Husband He gave me, who loves me like no other on earth or in heaven!