Bibledoorajar desires the odors of the garden

     I recently entered my home after having been away for several months. It wasn't that it smelled terribly bad but it did not smell fresh either. A friend boiled some sweet herbs and carried them through the house, gently wafting the pot. Within minutes there was a sweet smell within the house.

    The country girl, now married, is as a garden full of scents to the bridegroom. He lists all kinds of fruits and their scents and the waters that make them fruitful. It is a garden closed up that can only be entered by him. The country girl is so anxious that her scents be pleasant to the king that she invokes the north wind  to come but because of its drying capacities she asked that it be moderated by the south wind that would bring cooling rain to combat the dryness.  With the winds blowing through( not in) her garden, she could be assured the king would smell the wonderful spices and scents. He, the king, would have full rights to all the wonderful smells of the garden emanating from its' beauty and would want to come in.

      What a reminder, to us that, since we are married to our king, the garden of our lives is a place in which the Lord wishes to dwell and enjoy all the scents of our lives. O, Holy Spirit, blow through our garden too!  Help us to smell wonderfully for our king. O King, may You fully enjoy Yourself. We fully yield our garden to our King. You alone have access!

I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses;

And the voice I hear, Falling on my ear, 

The son of God discloses.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,

And He tells me I am His own; 

And the joy we share as we tarry there

None other has ever known.

Austin Miles, 1912