The month of flowers has arrived. March winds and April showers have done their work, and the earth is dressed in beauty. My heart, put on your holiday attire and gather thoughts of heaven. You know where to go, for "the beds of spices" are familiar to you, and the fragrance of "sweet flowers" leads you to your beloved, where all joy is found.

That face, once struck and stained with tears and spit, now smiles with mercy. Lord Jesus, you didn't turn away from shame, so I delight in praising you. Those cheeks bore grief and bled from a thorn crown. Such signs of love captivate my soul more than "pillars of perfume." Even a glimpse of His face refreshes my spirit and brings joy.

In Jesus, I find not just fragrance but a garden of delights. He is my rose, my lily, my joy. With Him, it's always May, and my soul wakes each day to His grace and the promises of His Word. Precious Lord, let me experience the blessing of constant fellowship with You. I am unworthy, yet You have kissed me. Let me return Your love with devotion.