In Song of Songs, the beloved finds pleasure in her lover,
she says he is this and this and this to her.
One of the girls in my DTS said my Lover is a jazz song, another said He's a sunset.
an open fire on a snowy day. an orchestra full of melodies. the breeze of the pacific ocean. the window down on a road trip in the summer. the solitude of absolute silence. a roller coaster ride. the first day of fall. the celebration of life, after one has died. the discovery of new places. the return to old ones. pure freedom. the squeeze of a little one's hug. a letter full of imagery and truth. the feeling of a getting to the top of a mountain. a good book. an acoustic song. the magnitude of a sky full of stars and realizing how small you are. the smile spread or breath taken after a good cry. my grandma's fingers running through my hair. a really honest, loving prayer. surprises. the moment your abs hurt from laughing so hard. the wonder after finding out the person who you like likes you, too. good, full conversations over coffee or dinner. driving at night and listening to your thoughts. that first drink of water after being thirsty for a long time and you feel it spill over your stomach. the minute you admit you're wrong and the other person doesn't rub it in your face, and just hugs you. believing you're pretty. being wrapped in a blanket on a saturday morning. seeing the poverty of this world but knowing there is hope. when the air is so cold, my boogers freeze. being able to help other see Your love, and witnessing their eyes going "OH!". the suspense in a romantic comedy. the surrender in giving life to You. the exhilaration after a run. roasting s'mores while camping. remember when's. black and white photos.
How does the He captivate you?
With beautiful spider webs in a peach tree, a blue marble, a happy little grandson, His Word burning itself into my heart, a dragonfly with water drops on its wings, hot chocolate, books ... with the privilege of watching young people poised on the edge of the cliff fling themselves into His arms.
ReplyDeleteMy Beloved is...someone asking what's wrong because they notice, fingers playing with my hair, fluffy mashed potatoes, snuggling in a quilt watching Jane Eyre with my mom, reading a good book when the winter wind is rattling the windows behind me, walking in the snow, the leaves falling in autumn, petals falling on you as you lay on a blanket in the yard, the country, horses, lyrics, music, music and music, my Beloved is the love I have come to know.
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