A few months ago, a minister in South Africa prophesied over me that I would be walking in a deeper intimacy with Jesus. Over the past few weeks I have seen this word come to pass in my life. I’ve discovered a new level of intimacy with my Jesus, and unveiled a lost love. I have never felt so loved, so pursued, so desired. I’ve grown to see my Jesus in the little things throughout the day…a fresh breeze, a soft shower of rain, a sweet aroma, a gentle touch, a child’s longing eyes. He’s everywhere. His love is everywhere. His hand has been out-stretched and I’m reaching out for it. My hand clinched to His. My heart entangled in His. He’s jealous over me. He pursues me, He waits and longs for me to come home at night and tell Him about my day. He cherishes the times when I break and come home to fall in His arms and allow Him to hold me. His words are truth. He loves me and I love Him. He knows my heart and I’m longing to know more about His.
I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
My beloved spoke, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come; and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; the fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Song of Solomon 2:3-4, 10-13
