“Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.”
Song of Solomon 2:8-9
Without fanfare, Jesus paints the sky for every dawn—drawing you. Silently He closes the day with fireworks of colors in every hue—calling you. Like magic He gives the birds their sweet song and He leaves His footprints on the dewy roses—waiting—for you.
This is Jesus, your bridegroom. He’s courting you. He’s beckoning you to come. He looks through your window and waits outside your door. Arise and go to Him. Let His fragrance and love wash over you. Yet you hesitate. Why does your Beloved wait?
“My beloved spoke, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away… The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come… Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.”
Song of Solomon 2:10-13
“Do you love me more than these?” He inquires.
“But Lord, my schedule is so full and the prayers of warfare must be prayed. And if I don’t intercede, then Satan will run rampant.”
“Oh… is that so? Aren’t I in control? But I say to you, lovest thou these more than Me? Can’t the dishes wait and demanding obligations stand in line while I pour my grace and strength upon you? While I love you…while I draw you to Myself? And who told you that these other things take precedent? Isn’t that the letter of the law that stifles our courtship”?
But, Lord, the times are evil. And, Lord, to stop and sit in the garden with you…well it just doesn’t seem right when so much is wrong in the world. How can I sit idly by and enjoy Your company when everywhere I look there is so much devastation?
“My daughter, have you forgotten. I am your first Love. To see your face is my desire. To hear your voice is music to my ear. Come from the cleft of the rock and let me see your face and hear your voice.“