As women we encounter multiple challenges, while simultaneously wearing
many hats. We need courage to face our challenges and commitments. In Song
of Solomon 4, Solomon ascribes the essences of his locked garden to the
courageous woman he has taken as his wife. This inspirational study will
provide an opportunity for you to discover:
• The secrets of the fruit, spices, and essential oils in Solomon’s locked garden.
• A deeper meaning of these fruits, spices and essential oil essences in Scripture by studying different women in the Bible.
• How others learn through their struggles and triumphs when you meet Cinnamah-Brosia and the women with whom she does life.
• Encouragement to allow the Holy Spirit to cultivate the essence of courage in your heart.
• Fun facts about the spices and essential oils, along with ways for you to enjoy incorporating reminders of the fruit they represent into your life.
Pulled reluctantly into women’s ministry nearly four decades ago, Lynn Watson now treasures the opportunities that were provided to lead, encourage and mentor women through relationships and Bible studies. She wrote a few of the studies, too. Drawing from those experiences, along with years serving others professionally in the complementary healthcare field and her love for essential oils, Lynn delights in bringing her readers freshly inspired insights drawn from and focused on the many fruits, plants, oils, and spices mentioned in God’s Word. Married since 1973, Lynn and Steve call Bartlett, Tennessee home. Their
home is filled with handmade treasures and lots of love for family, especially their five beautiful (of course) grandchildren.
Cinnamah-Brosia – Candace Cameron-Bure
An unsightly explosion brewed. Holding back the anger I felt, I’m certain my tongue bled ’til I could taste it. I shrugged my shoulders and may have commented, “This is not my choice to make.”
from “A Woman of the Bible Displays the Fruit: Hannah Bites Her Tongue,” page 173
Jochebed placed the basket in the water. Miriam’s actions were necessarily gentle as she hid among the reeds of the Nile and waited. When Pharaoh’s daughter found the baby, Miriam met the challenge. She assessed the situation while thinking very quickly on her wet feet. The Egyptian princess loved on Miriam’s baby brother. In response to the hopeful sight, Miriam simply asked if the assistance of someone to nurse this baby would be helpful. A pleased adoptive “new mom” readily agreed and offered compensation for the task.
from “A Woman of the Bible Displays the Fruit: Miriam’s Gentle Negotiations,” page 155
“Ewww…. that smells like my closet floor with all my dirty clothes and smelly socks!” That was one young lady’s spontaneous reaction as my husband shared spikenard with his fifth grade
Sunday school class. The day’s lesson: Mary anointing Jesus’ head. We can be sure the aroma of a full pint of the oil filled the room. Shooey!!!
The cost – not the aroma – alarmed the disciples (especially Judas, the one who later betrayed Him for personal financial gain). The others’ concerns acknowledged the fact spikenard sold for a handsome price, and the money could help the poor. There was surely a better use for the resource than pouring a whole pint of expensive oil on someone’s head.
Considering the cost and undeterred by their criticism, razzing and complaints, Mary chose to serve Jesus. She believed He was the most valuable investment opportunity in her life. Hindsight tells us she was absolutely correct! from “The Essence of Spikenard in Scripture: What Is Your Spikenard?” page 69
“Busted!” There I was with my hands in the air dancing around the coffee cottage with a big grin on my face when Jeremy unexpectedly walked through the door. He had seen me giddy with joy many times, but I wondered how long he watched before he announced himself today. from “Cinnamah-Brosia and Friends Share about Faithfulness,” page 131
Our family thrived on rudeness and disrespect. We feared being touched. That was reserved for a licking from Dad or a dispute between siblings. You may remember, I shared with Sara how Mom drove that hippie mobile of hers in and out of our lives – a lot! Sometimes she came alone and sometimes she had a ragtag group of friends along. Some of the men were friendly with me in ways I disliked very much. I bottled my pain. from “Cinnamah-Brosia and Friends Share about Gentleness,” page 147