Song of Solomon 2:4 (New International Version)
4 He has taken me to the banquet hall,
and his banner over me is love.
Writing a reply to an email I find myself harsh. I second guess myself; edit, reword, soften, remember...breathe.
A sudden surge of anger at something catches me off guard, adding pressure to an already pressured day.
A question asked once too often and I reply discourteously to someone who does not perhaps notice the subtle rudeness of my reply. But I know, and my heart is grieved.
Who is this hot-head that lives in me still?
If I make more room for Christ, surely what flows from me will naturally (or "by nature") be love. I will have no fear of harshness. No need to repent of sudden sharpness in my voice, in spoken or written word.
The verse today says, "His banner over me is love." Self referentially I always thought that it pointed out how much he loves me; how much he loves us. I wonder if I have that wrong (not about his loving us, but what the banner means.) I wonder if the banner is meant to proclaim, "Here, look--this one is mine. She represents love." Surely if I am his child carrying his DNA; made of "God stuff;" I should resemble him more closely.
Oh Lord, let love invade and possess the kingdom of my heart, and flow like life bloood through my thoughts, words and deeds.