Ruth BuezisSong of Songs 5:4-7


My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
    my heart began to pound for him.
I arose to open for my beloved,
    and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
    on the handles of the bolt.
I opened for my beloved,
    but my beloved had left; he was gone.
    My heart sank at his departure.[k]
I looked for him but did not find him.
    I called him but he did not answer.
The watchmen found me
    as they made their rounds in the city.
They beat me, they bruised me;
    they took away my cloak,

those watchmen of the walls!
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—
    if you find my beloved,
what will you tell him?
    Tell him I am faint with love.

This is a dream about lost opportunities – about regret.

He came to her in the middle of the night when it was too much trouble for her to get out of bed. She turned him away and by the time she realized what she had done, he was gone. She missed an opportunity to hear him, to see him, to connect with him – and then he was gone. The watchmen beat me and bruised me,  is simply her guilt personified. She feels awful.

But I love her response, if you find him, Tell him I am faint with love. 

We all mess up. We all miss opportunities. We miss openings when our husbands try to open up or share themselves and we are so wrapped up in ourselves that we hardly notice. We think that they just want sex again, and maybe, just maybe, they actually need to desperately feel loved.

Have you ever missed a God ordained opportunity when you were supposed to pray for someone or speak truth into their life and you did not even realize it until it was too late. This is the first step to becoming available – recognizing after the fact that you missed it, and sharing about it with a friend. It is how we begin to recognize sooner that God is calling us to interruption. It is training our eyes to see and our ears to hear others before ourselves. Do you see your husband and hear him? Do you recognize when you have missed opportunities to connect?  And how do you react?

Do you go looking for him? Do you embrace him as if you will never let him go? Do you tell him you are faint with love?

It sounds all so dramatic doesn’t it?

Maybe we are supposed to be a little more dramatic, a little more expressive, a little more passionate. What if when you said good bye to your husband this morning, you knew that it would be the last time you would see him? Would you hold onto him a little longer and tighter. Would you bury your face into his body and drink up his smell until it lingered in your pores? Would you feel the rough of his beard and the strength of his hands and sear the memories into your brain?

What if we lived like this all the time. Maybe this would actually be LIVING. So this week, my take away is simple –  LIVE.

Live like it is your last day. Drink in life. Drink in your husband. Drink in all that God has given you.

This Week – 

  1. Spend some quiet time in His creation and soak up all that He has given you.
  2. All week say good bye to your husband as if it is the last time you may see him.
  3. Make a memory of your husband by focusing on one of your 5 senses during sex.

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