To venable (verb): To randomly muse upon this and that.

Knowing My Beloved.

In Song of Solomon 5:9 the friends come and ask the Shulamite girl:

How is your beloved better than others,
    most beautiful of women?
How is your beloved better than others,
    that you so charge us?

To which she replies most wonderfully in vv:10-16

My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
    outstanding among ten thousand.
His head is purest gold;
    his hair is wavy
    and black as a raven.
His eyes are like doves
    by the water streams,
washed in milk,
    mounted like jewels.
His cheeks are like beds of spice
    yielding perfume.
His lips are like lilies
    dripping with myrrh.
His arms are rods of gold
    set with topaz.
His body is like polished ivory
    decorated with lapis lazuli.
His legs are pillars of marble
    set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
    choice as its cedars.
His mouth is sweetness itself;
    he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, this is my friend,
    daughters of Jerusalem.

From head to toe and without hesitation she describes him. How can she do this? She does so because he is her beloved. Her heart is set upon him. She has observed him; she has spent time with him. She has observed his features. He is in the forefront of her mind. She has no need to fumble around for historic information in the recesses of her mind. Not at all! Day by day her meditation is on him.

So how is it concerning the One who is my beloved? The One who has won my heart through His grace. How much am I thinking and pondering upon my Lord Jesus? How much am I considering Him in all of His wondrous beauty? Could I similarly respond when asked about my Lord and Saviour? Would it come out straight away that there is beauty in His being from head to toe? Is He filling my mind?

So let me be soaked in the Scriptures. Let the descriptions of Him be my meditations. How about starting with Revelation 1:12-16

I turned round to see the voice that was speaking to me. And when I turned I saw seven golden lampstands, and among the lampstands was someone like a son of man, dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash round his chest. The hair on his head was white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters. In his right hand he held seven stars, and coming out of his mouth was a sharp, double-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining in all its brilliance.

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