PARABLE:  HOT CIDER

I love to put on a big crock pot of apple cider when we have family gatherings.  I add cinnamon sticks, whole cloves and sliced oranges and sliced lemons.  It simmers all day and the house smells out of this world.  When everyone goes home, I pour what is left and put it into the fridge.  It is excellent cold.  Sometimes I reheat a cup in the microwave and sip on it all morning.

The smell reminds me of Song of Solomon

Song 4:16

Awake, O north wind, And come, O south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden  And eat its pleasant fruits.

Song 5:13

His cheeks are like a bed of spices...

Song 4:10

How much better than wine is your love, And the scent of your perfumes than all spices!

WORD TO PONDER:  HEAVENLY SPICES  11/23/09

Warm and inviting, so fragrant are you, My love.  Your spices permeate your whole house and I love to live with you.  Thank you for inviting Me into your life and giving Me the fullest pleasure of supping with you, whom I adore.

Rev 3:20-21 NKJV

Behold, I stand at the door and knock . If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.

Song 4:16

Awake, O north wind, And come, O south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden  And eat its pleasant fruits.

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