Arise my love, my beautiful one and come away with me!

There are times when it’s really hard to go to the garden – so many things vie for my attention. And then there are seasons when I cannot pull myself away. Where the sweetness of His Presence is so exquisite and the language of His heart so intimate, that nothing on this earth seems so essential as being here with the Lover of my soul.

“I am my lover’s and my lover is mine.”

This is the place I meet with God.
This is the garden of my becoming.
This is where I open the Word and the Word opens me.

“Let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.”

Once upon a time, the garden did not call to me. In our little patch of yard out back, my husband was the one who did the magic, uprooting and planting, digging and pruning, tying tender shoots and wrestling with gnarled limbs.

But then came the day when the Lord invited me into His garden with a promise that wherever I was, whatever circumstance I might encounter, we would always have “our garden.” It would never be taken from me.

“You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride;
you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.”

Though I forego its pleasures from time to time, it can never be for long. The leaves of my heart begin to wither and grow brittle around the edges. Unripe fruit falls to the ground. My spirit keens to return to the place that is home to my heart.

And do it quickly! Do not tarry.

The Lord is awaiting you in your own private garden. Longing for an hour with the one He loves, the one He created for His own pleasure and purpose. Whether we return with a smile or a tear, He is there to hold us close to His own heart.

Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal upon your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave.
Many waters cannot quench love.

Have you seen the one my heart loves?

How are you tending to your sacred garden with the Lord?

What keeps you from spending more time in the special place He has prepared for you?

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