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I sleep, but my heart is awake;
It is the voice of my beloved!
He knocks, saying,

“ Open for me, my sister, my love,
My dove, my perfect one;
For my head is covered with dew,
My locks with the drops of the night.”
I have taken off my robe;
How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet;
How can I defile them?
My beloved put his hand
By the latch of the door,
And my heart yearned for him.
I arose to open for my beloved,
And my hands dripped with myrrh,
My fingers with liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the lock.

I opened for my beloved,
But my beloved had turned away and was gone.
My heart leaped up when he spoke.
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.

Good morning Ladies,

Do you ever wake in the middle of the night to the voice of the Lord gently calling your name?

Do you hesitate to rise and spend time with Him because of the warmth of your bed or your husband softly snoring beside you?

I do!

I've been pondering this scripture all week and it's hidden meanings and am now wondering how many opportunities and blessings have I missed for sweet fellowship with the One who is the lover of my soul? How many times have I heard His voice and yet have rolled over and pulled the covers back over my head?
I love how the hesitation on the part of the Shulamite results in her deep longing and feeling of loss when she realizes that her beloved has gone. My prayer and challenge for myself is to rise when I hear His voice in the middle of the night and run to that place where I can have that sweet fellowship. And I pray that today is a day of sweet fellowship for each of you with the Lover of your souls.

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