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13 My beloved is unto me a fragrant pouch of myrrh resting between my breasts. 14 My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-Gedi.

Gathering information for verse 14 (about Henna and En-Gedi) has been overwhelming. So many facts and facets to chew on; and yet I didn’t know how the Spirit was making it alive to me. Partly though, it’s been a difficult couple weeks, and I needed to linger more in verse 13. (”My Beloved is unto me a bundle of myrrh resting between my breasts.”) If you’ve missed the myrrh posts, they are here and here.

Real quick. Knowing Christ as myrrh is extra special in a season of humbling and death to self. And a “bundle” of it concentrates it to the swaddled body of Christ in the grave, and “between the breasts” brings it all close. Very close. I carry about in my body the death of the Lord Jesus, 2 Corinthians 4:10. [Yes, Lord, I smell you. Thank you for these trials, and this time of loving discipline. I want to die and be buried with you, so all my attitudes, actions, and words issue from an intimate relationship with YOU.]

But why henna blossoms? Why now?

Well, what comes after death and burial? Yes. Resurrection! Henna speaks of hope, new life, and spiritual refreshment.

Coming out of this “desert” period, it’s been an encouragement to be on this new scent trail of Christ as my henna. He doesn’t leave us. Ever.

Speaking of scent trails… I hope you “catch the drift” of the following story that pieces together the mention of spikenard, myrrh, and henna. (PLUS a sneak peek into the next verse!)

Over time, in meditating on these verses day and night, it came together like this…

The Scent Trail of Love

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, turns away and slips out the door. He is busy right now, she thinks to herself, so I’ll have to wait for a better time to talk. Is she discouraged? A little bit. She’s still learning how to trust that his love is always with her, even when she can’t see him.

Wanting to clear her head, the Shulamite takes a walk in the countryside, but is unaware that she was wandering quite far. She realizes it when the wind hitting her face felt dry and harsh, and her feet stumbled on rough and uneven terrain. The Dead Sea valley…a desert place…she knew it existed, but never had she walked it alone. It will try your soul, people said, but it won’t destroy you if you know it won’t last long. Instinctively reaching down her gown, the Shulamite pulls out a small sachet hanging from her neck. Breathing the rich, earthy smell bound inside, she sings, “My beloved is like a pouch of myrrh that rests between my breasts,” verse 13. Comforted with a sense of her beloved’s presence in this difficult part of her walk, she journeys on. (A journey, I might add, that is only 3 hours – but for her felt like 3 days.)

Suddenly, the Shulamite stops and shades her eyes. Just ahead she could see the boundary of a lush green oasis! It is En-Gedi, the place where David hid from Saul, and was protected. Meaning “Fountain of the Lamb,” many a weary traveller has found refreshment in its shade, waterfalls and vineyards. Solomon planted the vineyards, in fact, and also a surrounding hedge of thorny bushes to help keep out foxes. These bushes were called “Henna,” or Camphire, and the plant had many uses. Women especially loved the white flower clusters. Gathered at the right time, they made the most amazing perfume.

What joy fills the Shulamite at the sight of En-Gedi. But even more when she notices the henna was in bloom! She eagerly picks up her pace, no longer feeling her weary legs or parched lips. The closer she gets to the oasis, the stronger the fragrance of henna. Breathless, she arrives to the hedges, and buries her face in the cloud of blooms. The thought of the King then fills her senses, causing her to sing, “My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-Gedi!” verse 14. Smiling with this new revelation, the Shulamite removes a cluster of the flowers and pins it to the outside of her gown. Now she is adorned with her beloved on the outside, just as she is (with the myrrh) on the inside.

What’s that? The Shulamite startles at the sound of footsteps behind her. She turns quickly, and then she sees him. Yes, him. Standing right behind her is the King! Solomon had silently followed her through the desert, all the way to En-Gedi!

She freezes with shock and delight. “Look at you!” he said, displaying such tender adoring eyes, and reaching out for her hand, “How beautiful you are, my darling. You have the eyes of a dove!” verse 15.

…To be continued. 🙂
❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀

Closing thoughts:

Wherever we go, we just cannot escape the fragrance of Jesus. In so many ways, He is communicating to the world, “Peace!,” to those who are near, and to those who are far off. (Isaiah 57:19) In the disappointments and silence of the desert, He is there. In the answered prayers and encouraging revelations of the oasis, He is there. In every season of life – death, burial, and resurrection – Christ is there.

But knowing this, and manifesting it in our daily lives, are two different things.

The Shulamite woman did both. Being in the passion of “first love,” little went unnoticed with her. And when she could not see the King, she found creative ways to still “be with him” in her thoughts and actions.

This is why, at the end of her “scent trail,” (from spikenard to myrrh to henna) the King was positively overwhelmed by her singular focus, and declared, “You have dove’s eyes.”

Stay tuned for more about that. 🙂

Journey of Tears

Tears, nipping foxes,
Trashing hopeful vines,
Noise and confusion, the wind howls,
Trudging through loneliness and —

Tears, desolate land,
No glimpse of God, it seems,
Except there, in the distance,
The sight of thorny henna, brings —

Tears, now drying,
Hope renewed with budding vines,
For henna mean no more foxes,
And the blossoms no more —

Tears, now waterfalls,
Eating from fruitful vines,
The Beloved is to me henna
In an oasis of happy —

Tears!

By Pamela, June 23, 2020

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On Thu, Jun 25, 2020, 9:53 AM Pamela (Intimate Kingdom) <pamela@intimatekingdom.com> wrote:

Hi , Here’s a new post today…

On The Scent Trail of Henna – Song 1:14
Click to read on your browser

13 My beloved is unto me a fragrant pouch of myrrh resting between my breasts. 14 My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-Gedi.

Gathering information for verse 14 (about Henna and En-Gedi) has been overwhelming. So many facts and facets to chew on; and yet I didn’t know how the Spirit was making it alive to me. Partly though, it’s been a difficult couple weeks, and I needed to linger more in verse 13. (”My Beloved is unto me a bundle of myrrh resting between my breasts.”) If you’ve missed the myrrh posts, they are here and here.

Real quick. Knowing Christ as myrrh is extra special in a season of humbling and death to self. And a “bundle” of it concentrates it to the swaddled body of Christ in the grave, and “between the breasts” brings it all close. Very close. I carry about in my body the death of the Lord Jesus, 2 Corinthians 4:10. [Yes, Lord, I smell you. Thank you for these trials, and this time of loving discipline. I want to die and be buried with you, so all my attitudes, actions, and words issue from an intimate relationship with YOU.]

But why henna blossoms? Why now?

Well, what comes after death and burial? Yes. Resurrection! Henna speaks of hope, new life, and spiritual refreshment.

Coming out of this “desert” period, it’s been an encouragement to be on this new scent trail of Christ as my henna. He doesn’t leave us. Ever.

Speaking of scent trails… I hope you “catch the drift” of the following story that pieces together the mention of spikenard, myrrh, and henna. (PLUS a sneak peek into the next verse!)

Over time, in meditating on these verses day and night, it came together like this…

The Scent Trail of Love

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, turns away and slips out the door. He is busy right now, she thinks to herself, so I’ll have to wait for a better time to talk. Is she discouraged? A little bit. She’s still learning how to trust that his love is always with her, even when she can’t see him.

Wanting to clear her head, the Shulamite takes a walk in the countryside, but is unaware that she was wandering quite far. She realizes it when the wind hitting her face felt dry and harsh, and her feet stumbled on rough and uneven terrain. The Dead Sea valley…a desert place…she knew it existed, but never had she walked it alone. It will try your soul, people said, but it won’t destroy you if you know it won’t last long. Instinctively reaching down her gown, the Shulamite pulls out a small sachet hanging from her neck. Breathing the rich, earthy smell bound inside, she sings, “My beloved is like a pouch of myrrh that rests between my breasts,” verse 13. Comforted with a sense of her beloved’s presence in this difficult part of her walk, she journeys on. (A journey, I might add, that is only 3 hours – but for her felt like 3 days.)

Suddenly, the Shulamite stops and shades her eyes. Just ahead she could see the boundary of a lush green oasis! It is En-Gedi, the place where David hid from Saul, and was protected. Meaning “Fountain of the Lamb,” many a weary traveller has found refreshment in its shade, waterfalls and vineyards. Solomon planted the vineyards, in fact, and also a surrounding hedge of thorny bushes to help keep out foxes. These bushes were called “Henna,” or Camphire, and the plant had many uses. Women especially loved the white flower clusters. Gathered at the right time, they made the most amazing perfume.

What joy fills the Shulamite at the sight of En-Gedi. But even more when she notices the henna was in bloom! She eagerly picks up her pace, no longer feeling her weary legs or parched lips. The closer she gets to the oasis, the stronger the fragrance of henna. Breathless, she arrives to the hedges, and buries her face in the cloud of blooms. The thought of the King then fills her senses, causing her to sing, “My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-Gedi!” verse 14. Smiling with this new revelation, the Shulamite removes a cluster of the flowers and pins it to the outside of her gown. Now she is adorned with her beloved on the outside, just as she is (with the myrrh) on the inside.

What’s that? The Shulamite startles at the sound of footsteps behind her. She turns quickly, and then she sees him. Yes, him. Standing right behind her is the King! Solomon had silently followed her through the desert, all the way to En-Gedi!

She freezes with shock and delight. “Look at you!” he said, displaying such tender adoring eyes, and reaching out for her hand, “How beautiful you are, my darling. You have the eyes of a dove!” verse 15.

…To be continued. 🙂
❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀

Closing thoughts:

Wherever we go, we just cannot escape the fragrance of Jesus. In so many ways, He is communicating to the world, “Peace!,” to those who are near, and to those who are far off. (Isaiah 57:19) In the disappointments and silence of the desert, He is there. In the answered prayers and encouraging revelations of the oasis, He is there. In every season of life – death, burial, and resurrection – Christ is there.

But knowing this, and manifesting it in our daily lives, are two different things.

The Shulamite woman did both. Being in the passion of “first love,” little went unnoticed with her. And when she could not see the King, she found creative ways to still “be with him” in her thoughts and actions.

This is why, at the end of her “scent trail,” (from spikenard to myrrh to henna) the King was positively overwhelmed by her singular focus, and declared, “You have dove’s eyes.”

Stay tuned for more about that. 🙂

Journey of Tears

Tears, nipping foxes,
Trashing hopeful vines,
Noise and confusion, the wind howls,
Trudging through loneliness and —

Tears, desolate land,
No glimpse of God, it seems,
Except there, in the distance,
The sight of thorny henna, brings —

Tears, now drying,
Hope renewed with budding vines,
For henna mean no more foxes,
And the blossoms no more —

Tears, now waterfalls,
Eating from fruitful vines,
The Beloved is to me henna
In an oasis of happy —

Tears!

By Pamela, June 23, 2020

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Hi , Here’s a new post today…

On The Scent Trail of Henna – Song 1:14
Click to read on your browser

13 My beloved is unto me a fragrant pouch of myrrh resting between my breasts. 14 My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-Gedi.

Gathering information for verse 14 (about Henna and En-Gedi) has been overwhelming. So many facts and facets to chew on; and yet I didn’t know how the Spirit was making it alive to me. Partly though, it’s been a difficult couple weeks, and I needed to linger more in verse 13. (”My Beloved is unto me a bundle of myrrh resting between my breasts.”) If you’ve missed the myrrh posts, they are here and here.

Real quick. Knowing Christ as myrrh is extra special in a season of humbling and death to self. And a “bundle” of it concentrates it to the swaddled body of Christ in the grave, and “between the breasts” brings it all close. Very close. I carry about in my body the death of the Lord Jesus, 2 Corinthians 4:10. [Yes, Lord, I smell you. Thank you for these trials, and this time of loving discipline. I want to die and be buried with you, so all my attitudes, actions, and words issue from an intimate relationship with YOU.]

But why henna blossoms? Why now?

Well, what comes after death and burial? Yes. Resurrection! Henna speaks of hope, new life, and spiritual refreshment.

Coming out of this “desert” period, it’s been an encouragement to be on this new scent trail of Christ as my henna. He doesn’t leave us. Ever.

Speaking of scent trails… I hope you “catch the drift” of the following story that pieces together the mention of spikenard, myrrh, and henna. (PLUS a sneak peek into the next verse!)

Over time, in meditating on these verses day and night, it came together like this…

The Scent Trail of Love

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, turns away and slips out the door. He is busy right now, she thinks to herself, so I’ll have to wait for a better time to talk. Is she discouraged? A little bit. She’s still learning how to trust that his love is always with her, even when she can’t see him.

Wanting to clear her head, the Shulamite takes a walk in the countryside, but is unaware that she was wandering quite far. She realizes it when the wind hitting her face felt dry and harsh, and her feet stumbled on rough and uneven terrain. The Dead Sea valley…a desert place…she knew it existed, but never had she walked it alone. It will try your soul, people said, but it won’t destroy you if you know it won’t last long. Instinctively reaching down her gown, the Shulamite pulls out a small sachet hanging from her neck. Breathing the rich, earthy smell bound inside, she sings, “My beloved is like a pouch of myrrh that rests between my breasts,” verse 13. Comforted with a sense of her beloved’s presence in this difficult part of her walk, she journeys on. (A journey, I might add, that is only 3 hours – but for her felt like 3 days.)

Suddenly, the Shulamite stops and shades her eyes. Just ahead she could see the boundary of a lush green oasis! It is En-Gedi, the place where David hid from Saul, and was protected. Meaning “Fountain of the Lamb,” many a weary traveller has found refreshment in its shade, waterfalls and vineyards. Solomon planted the vineyards, in fact, and also a surrounding hedge of thorny bushes to help keep out foxes. These bushes were called “Henna,” or Camphire, and the plant had many uses. Women especially loved the white flower clusters. Gathered at the right time, they made the most amazing perfume.

What joy fills the Shulamite at the sight of En-Gedi. But even more when she notices the henna was in bloom! She eagerly picks up her pace, no longer feeling her weary legs or parched lips. The closer she gets to the oasis, the stronger the fragrance of henna. Breathless, she arrives to the hedges, and buries her face in the cloud of blooms. The thought of the King then fills her senses, causing her to sing, “My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-Gedi!” verse 14. Smiling with this new revelation, the Shulamite removes a cluster of the flowers and pins it to the outside of her gown. Now she is adorned with her beloved on the outside, just as she is (with the myrrh) on the inside.

What’s that? The Shulamite startles at the sound of footsteps behind her. She turns quickly, and then she sees him. Yes, him. Standing right behind her is the King! Solomon had silently followed her through the desert, all the way to En-Gedi!

She freezes with shock and delight. “Look at you!” he said, displaying such tender adoring eyes, and reaching out for her hand, “How beautiful you are, my darling. You have the eyes of a dove!” verse 15.

…To be continued. 🙂
❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀

Closing thoughts:

Wherever we go, we just cannot escape the fragrance of Jesus. In so many ways, He is communicating to the world, “Peace!,” to those who are near, and to those who are far off. (Isaiah 57:19) In the disappointments and silence of the desert, He is there. In the answered prayers and encouraging revelations of the oasis, He is there. In every season of life – death, burial, and resurrection – Christ is there.

But knowing this, and manifesting it in our daily lives, are two different things.

The Shulamite woman did both. Being in the passion of “first love,” little went unnoticed with her. And when she could not see the King, she found creative ways to still “be with him” in her thoughts and actions.

This is why, at the end of her “scent trail,” (from spikenard to myrrh to henna) the King was positively overwhelmed by her singular focus, and declared, “You have dove’s eyes.”

Stay tuned for more about that. 🙂

Journey of Tears

Tears, nipping foxes,
Trashing hopeful vines,
Noise and confusion, the wind howls,
Trudging through loneliness and —

Tears, desolate land,
No glimpse of God, it seems,
Except there, in the distance,
The sight of thorny henna, brings —

Tears, now drying,
Hope renewed with budding vines,
For henna mean no more foxes,
And the blossoms no more —

Tears, now waterfalls,
Eating from fruitful vines,
The Beloved is to me henna
In an oasis of happy —

Tears!

By Pamela, June 23, 2020

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On Thu, Jun 25, 2020, 9:53 AM Pamela (Intimate Kingdom) <pamela@intimatekingdom.com> wrote:

Hi , Here’s a new post today…

On The Scent Trail of Henna – Song 1:14
Click to read on your browser

13 My beloved is unto me a fragrant pouch of myrrh resting between my breasts. 14 My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-Gedi.

Gathering information for verse 14 (about Henna and En-Gedi) has been overwhelming. So many facts and facets to chew on; and yet I didn’t know how the Spirit was making it alive to me. Partly though, it’s been a difficult couple weeks, and I needed to linger more in verse 13. (”My Beloved is unto me a bundle of myrrh resting between my breasts.”) If you’ve missed the myrrh posts, they are here and here.

Real quick. Knowing Christ as myrrh is extra special in a season of humbling and death to self. And a “bundle” of it concentrates it to the swaddled body of Christ in the grave, and “between the breasts” brings it all close. Very close. I carry about in my body the death of the Lord Jesus, 2 Corinthians 4:10. [Yes, Lord, I smell you. Thank you for these trials, and this time of loving discipline. I want to die and be buried with you, so all my attitudes, actions, and words issue from an intimate relationship with YOU.]

But why henna blossoms? Why now?

Well, what comes after death and burial? Yes. Resurrection! Henna speaks of hope, new life, and spiritual refreshment.

Coming out of this “desert” period, it’s been an encouragement to be on this new scent trail of Christ as my henna. He doesn’t leave us. Ever.

Speaking of scent trails… I hope you “catch the drift” of the following story that pieces together the mention of spikenard, myrrh, and henna. (PLUS a sneak peek into the next verse!)

Over time, in meditating on these verses day and night, it came together like this…

The Scent Trail of Love

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, turns away and slips out the door. He is busy right now, she thinks to herself, so I’ll have to wait for a better time to talk. Is she discouraged? A little bit. She’s still learning how to trust that his love is always with her, even when she can’t see him.

Wanting to clear her head, the Shulamite takes a walk in the countryside, but is unaware that she was wandering quite far. She realizes it when the wind hitting her face felt dry and harsh, and her feet stumbled on rough and uneven terrain. The Dead Sea valley…a desert place…she knew it existed, but never had she walked it alone. It will try your soul, people said, but it won’t destroy you if you know it won’t last long. Instinctively reaching down her gown, the Shulamite pulls out a small sachet hanging from her neck. Breathing the rich, earthy smell bound inside, she sings, “My beloved is like a pouch of myrrh that rests between my breasts,” verse 13. Comforted with a sense of her beloved’s presence in this difficult part of her walk, she journeys on. (A journey, I might add, that is only 3 hours – but for her felt like 3 days.)

Suddenly, the Shulamite stops and shades her eyes. Just ahead she could see the boundary of a lush green oasis! It is En-Gedi, the place where David hid from Saul, and was protected. Meaning “Fountain of the Lamb,” many a weary traveller has found refreshment in its shade, waterfalls and vineyards. Solomon planted the vineyards, in fact, and also a surrounding hedge of thorny bushes to help keep out foxes. These bushes were called “Henna,” or Camphire, and the plant had many uses. Women especially loved the white flower clusters. Gathered at the right time, they made the most amazing perfume.

What joy fills the Shulamite at the sight of En-Gedi. But even more when she notices the henna was in bloom! She eagerly picks up her pace, no longer feeling her weary legs or parched lips. The closer she gets to the oasis, the stronger the fragrance of henna. Breathless, she arrives to the hedges, and buries her face in the cloud of blooms. The thought of the King then fills her senses, causing her to sing, “My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-Gedi!” verse 14. Smiling with this new revelation, the Shulamite removes a cluster of the flowers and pins it to the outside of her gown. Now she is adorned with her beloved on the outside, just as she is (with the myrrh) on the inside.

What’s that? The Shulamite startles at the sound of footsteps behind her. She turns quickly, and then she sees him. Yes, him. Standing right behind her is the King! Solomon had silently followed her through the desert, all the way to En-Gedi!

She freezes with shock and delight. “Look at you!” he said, displaying such tender adoring eyes, and reaching out for her hand, “How beautiful you are, my darling. You have the eyes of a dove!” verse 15.

…To be continued. 🙂
❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀ — ❀

Closing thoughts:

Wherever we go, we just cannot escape the fragrance of Jesus. In so many ways, He is communicating to the world, “Peace!,” to those who are near, and to those who are far off. (Isaiah 57:19) In the disappointments and silence of the desert, He is there. In the answered prayers and encouraging revelations of the oasis, He is there. In every season of life – death, burial, and resurrection – Christ is there.

But knowing this, and manifesting it in our daily lives, are two different things.

The Shulamite woman did both. Being in the passion of “first love,” little went unnoticed with her. And when she could not see the King, she found creative ways to still “be with him” in her thoughts and actions.

This is why, at the end of her “scent trail,” (from spikenard to myrrh to henna) the King was positively overwhelmed by her singular focus, and declared, “You have dove’s eyes.”

Stay tuned for more about that. 🙂

Journey of Tears

Tears, nipping foxes,
Trashing hopeful vines,
Noise and confusion, the wind howls,
Trudging through loneliness and —

Tears, desolate land,
No glimpse of God, it seems,
Except there, in the distance,
The sight of thorny henna, brings —

Tears, now drying,
Hope renewed with budding vines,
For henna mean no more foxes,
And the blossoms no more —

Tears, now waterfalls,
Eating from fruitful vines,
The Beloved is to me henna
In an oasis of happy —

Tears!

By Pamela, June 23, 2020

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