LOVESICK AND FAMISHED FOR LOVE!
Here is the picture I saw of the lovesick maiden.
She stood with one hand on the railing of the widow's walk, staring out to sea, her eyes strained to see beyond the the misty fog lying over the surface of the inlet.
Every night she followed a similar routine, she would take her dinner early usually around 5 PM, so that she could start her watch while the sea was still lit by the slanting rays of the sun.
She would put on a pot of tea, to carry up into the watch tower, it served multiple purposes;
As a stimulant helped her to stay alert as she watched into the night,
A convenient hand warmer as the chill of the night air became a reality.
Finally, drinking the tea warmed her on the inside as well. But not nearly so much as the mere passing thought of her beloved and the anticipation that he should arrive soon.
THE LOVESICK CAPTAIN
What she didn't know was that in that faraway place, her beloved would leave his cabin and step out onto the deck, the first thing every morning and check the direction of the wind. He would ask this question.
Was today going to be the day to go and get his bride?
He was waiting for the fullness of time when the winds would finally shift and then he could set sails and head for her dwelling place. As He pondered all this, His eyes skipped across the surface of the water. Looking in the direction of where she stood, even though he knew it was impossible to see her from this great of a distance.
Still, He wondered, would she be standing on the watch when he returned? Would He find her asleep? Would she be missing consumed instead with the upkeep of the house?
His first mate and the lively crew of His ship knew it was better to leave Him to His thoughts when that misty look filled His eyes. As he checked the wick on his lamp, each night, He wondered, was she keeping her lamps trimmed and full of oil? He leaned toward the West, the direction of her house, his body language expressing his desire to set sail for her house.
In the picture, I did not see the happy reuniting of this couple who was obviously lovesick for each other.
What I did see was that He is Jealous of me and He is jealous of you.
He is leaning forward on His throne eagerly waiting to hear the Father say,
"Son, it is time, go and get your Bride!"
and the Bride replies, "even so come quickly, Lord Jesus!"
You might enjoy a book I read many years ago by Zola Levitt "An Israeli Love Story" it shows how Jesus followed the traditional betrothal in all he said in his last days on the earth concerning the Church His betrothed.
She stood with one hand on the railing of the widow's walk, staring out to sea, her eyes strained to see beyond the the misty fog lying over the surface of the inlet.
I hesitate before using the word hunger, when describing her eyes, but the fact was, that her eyes were hungry.
I saw in them, devotion, a single desire to behold the face of her beloved.
It was all-consuming,
it was obsessive, like a starving man deprived of food, everything else is forgotten.
As a parched soul, with
a swollen tongue does not desire the sweetest of drinks but simply yearns
for pure water.
It was all-consuming,
it was obsessive, like a starving man deprived of food, everything else is forgotten.
As a parched soul, with
a swollen tongue does not desire the sweetest of drinks but simply yearns
for pure water.
My soul thirsts for You;
My flesh longs for You
In a dry and thirsty land
Where there is no water.
2 So I have looked for You in the sanctuary,
To see Your power and Your glory. Psalm 63:1-2
As she stared toward the sea, she tipped her head slightly to the side and shifted her focus momentarily to hearing, subconsciously leaning forward in the direction of the sea, as though by inclining her ears she could somehow solicit a sound from his vessel from far beyond the fog, or for that matter far beyond the inlet.
Down in the streets of the town, I could hear the shop owners as they closed and fastened their shutters, and latched their doors; Mothers leaned out of their windows and called to their children to come in for the night.
Down in the streets of the town, I could hear the shop owners as they closed and fastened their shutters, and latched their doors; Mothers leaned out of their windows and called to their children to come in for the night.
Somehow she could not hear any of it.
Not the butcher dragging his heavy refuse bin out back behind his shop where the alley cats and stray dogs would come round later for a bite to eat.
Not the dinghies squeaking as their sides rubbed against the pier, with each wave's swell and trough.
And she could not see what I saw,
Not the couples strolling down the avenue, arm in arm,
Not the businessmen hurrying along the streets, in hope of arriving home before the sun had fully departed, yet to slip behind the western ridge of the horizon.
Not the butcher dragging his heavy refuse bin out back behind his shop where the alley cats and stray dogs would come round later for a bite to eat.
Not the dinghies squeaking as their sides rubbed against the pier, with each wave's swell and trough.
And she could not see what I saw,
Not the couples strolling down the avenue, arm in arm,
Not the businessmen hurrying along the streets, in hope of arriving home before the sun had fully departed, yet to slip behind the western ridge of the horizon.
In her house below, many tasks were still undone, there was the evening meal yet to clear from the table, dishes to wash, lamps to trim, the laundry, dusting, and cleanup. The cook was putting away the leftover food supplies, and cleaning up the kitchen before retiring.
This maiden could have been caught up with completing all the tasks, of keeping the house, but she knew what was imperative, she knew what she must do!
for Love demanded it.
This maiden could have been caught up with completing all the tasks, of keeping the house, but she knew what was imperative, she knew what she must do! for Love demanded it.
Every night she followed a similar routine, she would take her dinner early usually around 5 PM, so that she could start her watch while the sea was still lit by the slanting rays of the sun.
She would put on a pot of tea, to carry up into the watch tower, it served multiple purposes;
As a stimulant helped her to stay alert as she watched into the night,
A convenient hand warmer as the chill of the night air became a reality.
Finally, drinking the tea warmed her on the inside as well. But not nearly so much as the mere passing thought of her beloved and the anticipation that he should arrive soon.
He had said something odd just before He left, to sail to a faraway land, many moons ago. With a parting kiss he said, "in the same manner as I go I will come again, watch, therefore, blessed is the one who is found watching."
She had often wondered about that last statement, blessed is the one found watching, it helped her each night as she climbed the steep stairs with her teapot in hand.
Some days she wondered about the first part, I will come again. It had seemed like forever since she had laid eyes on him. She was worried that she would forget what he looked like and maybe not recognize him when he returned.
And for that reason, she would gaze at his likeness in the main hall for a few moments before beginning the watch each night. With his face etched in her mind, she would not drift away or begin to forget the more subtle features of His countenance.
She had often wondered about that last statement, blessed is the one found watching, it helped her each night as she climbed the steep stairs with her teapot in hand.
Some days she wondered about the first part, I will come again. It had seemed like forever since she had laid eyes on him. She was worried that she would forget what he looked like and maybe not recognize him when he returned.
And for that reason, she would gaze at his likeness in the main hall for a few moments before beginning the watch each night. With his face etched in her mind, she would not drift away or begin to forget the more subtle features of His countenance.
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THE LOVESICK CAPTAIN
What she didn't know was that in that faraway place, her beloved would leave his cabin and step out onto the deck, the first thing every morning and check the direction of the wind. He would ask this question.
Was today going to be the day to go and get his bride?
He was waiting for the fullness of time when the winds would finally shift and then he could set sails and head for her dwelling place. As He pondered all this, His eyes skipped across the surface of the water. Looking in the direction of where she stood, even though he knew it was impossible to see her from this great of a distance.
Still, He wondered, would she be standing on the watch when he returned? Would He find her asleep? Would she be missing consumed instead with the upkeep of the house?
His first mate and the lively crew of His ship knew it was better to leave Him to His thoughts when that misty look filled His eyes. As he checked the wick on his lamp, each night, He wondered, was she keeping her lamps trimmed and full of oil? He leaned toward the West, the direction of her house, his body language expressing his desire to set sail for her house.
In the picture, I did not see the happy reuniting of this couple who was obviously lovesick for each other.
What I did see was that He is Jealous of me and He is jealous of you.
He is leaning forward on His throne eagerly waiting to hear the Father say,
"Son, it is time, go and get your Bride!"
and the Bride replies, "even so come quickly, Lord Jesus!"
You might enjoy a book I read many years ago by Zola Levitt "An Israeli Love Story" it shows how Jesus followed the traditional betrothal in all he said in his last days on the earth concerning the Church His betrothed.
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