Leaving the Wilderness
Long time, no write! A reading this morning caused me to reflect on a writing from October that we never posted. Upon review it was scattered and “wordy”. The following will be my attempt to condense it. Perhaps the reminder nudge this morning was from the Holy Spirit.
One morning this past summer as I was waking, the image in Song of Solomon of the woman coming up from the wilderness was vivid in my spirit. I found the passage in Song of Solomon 8:5a, “Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her beloved?” A few weeks prior to that particular morning, a friend sent along a song she wanted me to hear. The song was directed to those of us who score most highly in the Eneagram 2 category. I won’t go into that subject here though it is a very interesting concept. (See the attached link if you are interested in exploring enneagrams) I didn’t listen to the song at the time she sent it to me. This particular morning I found myself in a pretty raw emotional place, desperate for Jesus’s presence and wanting so much to be different, to be free from me. Do y’all have days like that? My guess is you do. Anyway, the impression of the scripture passage was unrelenting. When I visualize the woman leaning on her beloved, I see her head pressing into his chest, clinging in a way into his strength to help her even stand. I heard in my spirit, “Remember that song? Listen to it now.” So I did. I was entirely gripped by the phrase, “You can take the oxygen straight out of my chest.” It hit me like a laser to my soul. Jesus’s chest, where we all can rest, where we get our breath. I knew the timing was personal and perfect with the waking vision and the song coinciding on that day. (Click to listen to The Two Song)
I feel certain most who would read this blog are women. These images are for all of us, male and female.
A final thought upon closing: I frequently listen to a favorite instrumental by Michael W. Smith. I play his CD on the Bose in my kitchen. Often when I’m alone (except for my dog Louie), I’ll close my eyes and dance with Jesus. I love imagining resting my head on His chest and gently swaying while I’m held. Sometimes it makes me cry. One day during our dance to “Song for the King,” I sensed the clearest picture of a young woman I know. Her face was entirely clear to me. I would guess that resting her head on the chest of Jesus for a dance is probably the farthest thing from her mind. But I saw her there, resting her head and swaying with Him just like I do. And I know in God’s beautiful timing, that’s the place she will find herself. She will leave the wilderness, leaning on her beloved. She will breathe Him in and they will dance. Jesus is our breath. He is our life. He is our beloved, and we are His.
P.S. Upon completing the writing of this post, I again played Song for the King on my Bose. Though I needed to get busy with my day, I instead paused to stop and embrace the music and moment. I was again with Jesus, but this time saw the same young woman smiling and walking toward us to join in. It was tender and wonderful. Friends, listen and watch for those God would place in your mind and on your heart. He has chosen you to love and carry them for Him.
