“My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh which lies all night between my breasts.”
Myrrh is a costly embalming fluid that often speaks of death and suffering. The Bride (you and me) announces that she gets the depth and meaning of her Beloved’s suffering at the Cross.
A pouch of myrrh between her breast indicates that she is meditating on extravagant expense the Father paid for us – the abundant suffering and death of His Son. The price of love for us was the death of His beautiful son. She is meditating on this in a quiet place, on her bed. “What kind of love is this?”
The myrrh lying all night next to her heart permeates her spirit. The revelation of Jesus captivates and fascinates her. “At night” speaks of her encountering her Beloved in the midst of her own weakness.
In our darkest times, our weakest times, we often run from Jesus. We don’t meditate on Him, or grasp His suffering-cross-love, we run and hide. Instead, we need to meditate in these night seasons on how great He demonstrated His love for us. The cross qualifies us. It doesn’t disqualify us.
Nevertheless, in the midst of this great revelation, the Bride is a tad self focused. She’s saying, “My Beloved is to me…” It’s about her and her enjoyment of Him, and how He can bless her.
Unfortunately, many believers never leave this realm. We stay in a “bless me” place and when things don’t go our way, we become angry and wonder if He loves us, or where He is in our life.
As we go through the rest of the Song, we find her inheritance declarations begin to include His inheritance in her. She realizes His inheritance in her is first, and she is filled with the reality of her love for Him, and His ownership of her. Yet, it’s servant, lover ownership. He paid EVERYTHING for her. He is not asking her to give up or do anything He has not already done.
Notes on awakening your heart with this Song: Write down the verses that stand out to you. Meditate on them, say them, pray them, sing them. Make them apart of your daily dialogue with God.
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“ bless me “ mode ? Yes, no doubt and I often have wondered about this strong bent in us. The question arises:
Lord what do you want from a flimsy crowned Christian and his utter weakness ?
You are a God of unlimited capacity to create anything you would desire ?
Is my brokenness a delightful pleasure to You ? If so ? I have plenty of brokenness to bring to You at the Cross.
My song remains : it’s love ❤️ unknown !