Dripping with Myrrh

When the Shulamite leaps from bed and rushes toward the door for Jesus, she becomes aware of the most pleasing fragrance of liquid myrrh. As she reaches for the door handle, she discovers a sweet surprise: the beautiful scent that reminds her of her beloved is actually dripping from her hands.

You, just like the Shulamite, smell like Jesus. Your being—your willingness to embrace his suffering and pay any price to follow him—drips with myrrh. The fragrance of unquenchable love now flows through you. It is an offering of unselfish devotion that captures the attention of heaven. With an abundance of grace to follow him, you lack nothing. Even the enemy can smell you coming.

Father, drench me with a desire to walk the way of the cross. Give me grace and fortitude to follow Jesus anywhere. May the depths of my union with you be reflected in all I do and say. Wrap me in the garments of your glory and saturate me with yourself, so the fragrance of your presence drips from my being.