It’s been quiet here lately. I’m working on behind-the-scenes stuff that you’ll be privy to soon enough. But the writing’s been slowed, and I really need these 5 unedited minutes to just practice the written word. So I’m joining Lisa-Jo and her awesome tribe today for a little 5-Minute-Friday fun. Check it out here.

Beloved:

We used to sing a song in Sunday School.”I am my Beloved’s, and He is mine. His banner over me is love.” It had hand motions and everything. It also had like three hundred verses, I think. “He meets me at His banqueting table. His banner over me is love.” And each verse repeated a few times. 

So when I see or hear the word Beloved, I can’t help but start doing the little jig from the Song of Solomon tune and feeling a bit annoyed all at once. Annoyed because I really never understood the song as an eight-year-old.

Truth is, I kind of get it now that I’ve studied the Scriptures more. But I still can’t really understand fully. Solomon’s love for his bride is a picture of the amazing love that God has for His own bride, the Church. Jesus’ Beloved Bride. And I am it.

I’ve been struggling a bit lately with that whole idea. Stuggling to grasp its truth. Why would He hold me tender and call me His Beloved? Why should Almighty God even notice me? And, knowing that He does, how the heck could I ever treat Him with such casual so-what attitudes?

It’s why I’m seeking Him for Lent. Giving 15 minutes a day to Him in the form of praying in a journal. Because I don’t want to let that I am Beloved slip through my everyday.

STOP