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  The Quiet Visitation: A Bride Caught Her King in Tenderness

May 2014 – A Secret Moment Remembered

It was a quiet morning.
I was alone in my apartment, meditating on the Lord.
And my heart was burning—gently, steadily—
with a love I could not name,
but one I knew was real.

And then I heard it.
A soft knock on the door.

Not loud.
Not insistent.
Just enough to stir me.

Immediately, the verse came to my heart:

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock...”
— Revelation 3:20

So I whispered, in wonder and trembling:

“If it is You, Lord, please come in.”

And I felt it.
Not a vision.
Not a revelation.
But a Presence—sweet, attentive, near.

Later that day, after the chores were done, I lay down to rest.
And as I drifted into sleep—half-awake, half-asleep—
it happened.

I was startled…
because I felt Him.

Not as light. Not as wind.
But as a Person beside me.

I felt an arm withdrawing from beneath my hand.
And another hand—lifting my right leg,
which had slipped off the edge of the bed—
placing it gently back into place.

It was not a dream.
It was care.
It was love.
It was Him.

For a breath of a moment, I lay still, stunned.
Because I knew…
I had just caught the Lord in an act of affection.

He had come.
Not to speak.
Not to correct.
But to tend to me.

His embrace was real—
a warm, quiet, holy nearness.
And just as quickly, He withdrew.

As if surprised that I was waking.
As if I had caught Him doing something
He wanted me to experience,
but not interrupt.

And I lay there,
not saying anything aloud,
because my spirit was still bowed in awe.

This was the King.
The King who kneels.
The Bridegroom who tucks in His bride.
The Lord who knocks…
and enters to show love without spectacle.

That moment has never left me.
Because it showed me this:

I don’t have to strive to be loved.
I don’t have to perform to be seen.
Even when I’m sleeping, He is near.
And sometimes, He comes…
just to love me quietly.

Annex I: The Knock and the Invitation

“I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is knocking:
‘Open to me, my sister, my love,
my dove, my perfect one,
for my head is wet with dew,
my locks with the drops of the night.’”
— Song of Songs 5:2

This verse mirrors the exact condition I was in. Half-asleep, but inwardly awake. He came to knock—not in thunder, but in tender love. He waited not outside a building, but at the door of my heart.

Annex II: The Embrace and the Cradle

“His left hand is under my head,
and His right hand embraces me.”
— Song of Songs 2:6 (also 8:3)

This wasn’t just poetic imagery anymore.
I felt it—literally.
He came close. He cradled my head with His left hand.
He lifted my leg with His right—an act of covering, care, and covenantal affection.
In that moment, I knew:
The Song of Songs is not only about Solomon.
It’s the Bride’s love story with Christ.

Conclusion: A Love That Tends in Secret

I didn’t ask for signs.
I didn’t demand proof.
And yet He came.
To knock, to cradle, to embrace—
and then to withdraw, leaving behind the fragrance of love.

This is what it means to be caught in His tenderness.
And I will never forget it.