Monday, January 4, 2021




I spent some much needed time alone with the Lord for 3 days.  I was like a little kid.  I felt such a drawing unto Him to just worship.  I desired to be filled with His love afresh.  Such a consuming longing to be with Him alone without interruptions, like two lovers finally getting their time alone.

This time was different though.  My longing for Him and to worship Him completely overshadowed any desire to receive anything from Him.  Loving Him was enough.  This reminded me of a beautiful lady that told me that she made something for Him as a present.  This caught me off guard as I realized that I never made anything for Him as a present ever.  I may have made something about Him, but not as a present for Him.  I could only conclude it was because I thought that He did not need anything from me.  He is all sufficient.  What possibly could I give Him of any worth?

But lovers give.  They give liberally with a desire to overwhelm the object of their love with their love. God is love and He is the lover of my soul.  He has captured my heart and every cell of my being belongs to Him.  My whole being vibrates with love for Him.  I desire Him.

There were moments in these 3 days that I checked in upon this world only to find out that in the everyday things, even good things, He has ruined me.  Nothing held my attention.  I cannot help but remember those magical moments when I frst fell in love.  In fact, being in love is just one of the best feelings ever!  Nobody else exists, an infatuation overtakes all your senses and you become a helpless romantic.  All you can think about is the one you love.  Leaving little love notes or poems.  Lavishing all your time and attention on the object of your love.  There is just nothing quite like being madly in love.

We are the object of His love.  Psalm 139 says that He cannot stop thinking about us, and that when we sleep and wake up the next morning, His thoughts towards us are more than the sand of the sea.  He says in Song of Solomon that He has a jealous love over us.  He wants us all for Himself.  

My daughter asked me the other day why she was not feeling so in love with Him anymore.  In my stupidity I got all religious and told her that the honeymoon phase is over and that it was now time to work on the relationship, just like any husband and wife have to do once they have grown used to each other.  "The thrill is gone" song comes to mind.  What I said to her is in fact a reality and we have to grow in maturity.  We all eventually get pass the honeymoon phase of our marriages, and what used to be cute just isn't anymore.  However, we learn to compromise through the years and accept our spouses, warts and all.  We like to talk of this kind of love as good wine that have matured.  But His love is better than the finest wine.   And we look on the new converts as so beautiful, but yet so immature in their first love for Him.  And so, once we have "lost that lovin feelin", no more cute poems and love letters are written.  No more secret kisses when nobody can see. Or the wink across the room that causes the butterflies in your stomach to go wild...and no more flowers.  

In Revelation 2 He calls us back to that first love.  And I have to be honest that I thought that, that first love meant only that He is first.  But now that I think about it, I think it is also a passionate love for Him.  Bridal love.  It is that infatuation, the gift giving and the exhuberant display of love, even in our thoughts.  He is calling us to love Him like lovers do.  We have matured in our love for Him so much that there is no more romance.  Sadly our earthly marriages mirrors our spiritual marriage to Him at times.  When we read Song of Solomon we are confronted not just with the very explicit love for the Bride, but even the Bride for her Bridegroom.  And of course, ours is a spiritual love.  And unlike our earthly spouse, He never changes.  No warts and no bumps, except the lashes on His back and gaping holes in His hands and feet...the public display of His love for His Bride.  We are the object of His love.  

When was the last time you have been drunk with the wine of His love?  When last did He ruin you for what is happening in this world?  Is He still the object of your love, or has He become one of the objects of your love.  And if you do indeed say that He is the object of your love, when last have you been ravished by that love?  When last did you worship Him and express your love for Him as one that is infatuated with Him?  

He is in love with you.  He says that just one look of your dove's eyes ravishes Him.  He desires you.  He knows everything about you, and seeks opportunities to whsiper "I love yous" to you.  He cries with you and laughs with you.  He surrounds you with beauty all day and the love He has for you is only slightly mirrored in that overwhelming feelings you have for Him at times.  He has never "lost that lovin feelin" for you.  When last was the time that your wanting to be with Him was not because you wanted to get away from this world, but because you cannot bear another second not being with Him?  When was the last time that all that was between you and Him, was not issues, not things about Him or any other lovers you picked up along the way, but just the LOVE you have for Him and the LOVE He has for you?  Not what you want or need.  Just an union of sweet abandonment in utter adoration?  Allowing Him to wash over you and your love overhwelming Him?  Pure devotion, mutual participation in the dance of love with Him where nothing else exists.

Have you "lost that lovin feelin"?  Then return with all your heart and do not stop untill you find yourelf in the arms of your Lover.  He is waiting for you.

Please Read:

Nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, because thou hast left thy first love.

Remember therefore from whence thou art fallen, and repent, and do the first works; or else I will come unto thee quickly, and will remove thy candlestick out of his place, except thou repent.

I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.


  1. Oh the desire of my heart! This writing was so inspiring! Thank you!!