In the Song of Songs, the King lifted his presence from the Shulamite 2 times. The first one was due to her disobedience. But for the second time, the Shulamite actually obeyed the King and she had a really hard time seeking His face.
I believe that is exactly what I am going through. Oh, Lord where are you. Where is your love. I can remember when I sitted at the apple tree and tasted the apple. Your banner over me was love. But I have almost forgotten its taste already. I can’t take it anymore. I need your love. I need you, Lord.
The Shulamite hesitated to open the door for the King because she didn’t want to make her feet dirty again. Sometimes we think we are good, perfect and clean. We acted in some way and it had been working well so far. But suddenly you feel that the Lord calls you to open the door. Suddenly you have a crisis. Haven’t I opened all the doors for Him already? Admitting I am not as good as I thought is like making my washed feet dirty again. I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
But then my beloved put in His hand by the hole of the door. My bowels were moved for Him. Yes, I have unopened doors. I must open them. Loving Jesus and be loved by Him is more important than being correct, in fact more important than anything, than the whole world. I live to be loved and love Him.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
If ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
Love,
Mike
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