I spent some time at a women's retreat this weekend. We worked through the Song of Solomon as seen as an allegory between Christ and His bride. Between Christ and us. I was far, far, more touched by the study than I ever expected to be.
He speaks in relationship to us. He calls us beloved. He calls us beautiful. He tells us our eyes are like doves. He knows the real us and He still tells us this.
Not distracted by all that is in the periphery. Not wavering in commitment. And beautiful to Him. This is who I want to be. This is who He sees me as. This is a choice for me to believe.
God is so good. The rains come and the rains ... they do go. Winter passes away and there is an ushering in of springtime. And the doves are heard in the land. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God.
Rejoice with me. God has ended a long season of rain in my life. And more than ever, I claim eyes of a dove. I choose to have eyes of a dove. Praise God.
"See! The winter is past, the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth, the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land."
Song of Songs 2:11-12