The Great Pursuit

He gives me the “Look” and I am gone--for my heart has melted. Enmeshed into his eyes and the love that he states…without a word. He is my lover, my earthly husband. He has sought me with a purpose and with fervor? So, I wish to submit. I want to be his.

What woman does not like to be pursued like this?

What holds me back?

The animal kingdom is so natural. The male hunts her and the female just knows this is her calling. They are brought together till the bitter end.

Our human intelligence is sometimes above our longing. I try to analysis and way out the good and the what "if's." I argue with the life as it just is—just as I was created.

The calling of God waits in our yearnings—His desires.

“Run to me, dear lover.
Come like a gazelle.
Leap like a wild stag
On the Spice Mountains.”
(Song of Songs 8:14)

And Christ came with the same look… calling us—me. I wish to submit… I so do.

My lover spoke and said to me,
"Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, and come with me.
11 See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
12 Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree forms its early fruit;
the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me."
(song of Solomon 2:10-13)

Come to Me…