We Are Not Our Own
“My beloved is mine, and I AM HIS.”
(Song of Solomon 2:16)
“One thing have I desired of the Lord…”
The dedicated life is the simple life. When the lens of the heart is focused upon Him alone the affairs of life become ordered and life slows down. The voices from the periphery become muted and indistinct. The stillness of Peace becomes the silence which rules the heart and brings stillness to the soul. His wonder is the fragrance and atmosphere of the moment.
Continue to draw me into the sanctuary of your presence
where I am yours and you are mine.
“My beloved is mine,
and I am his…”
Song of songs 2:16
“My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.”
Song of songs 2:16
The call of God to His own is always one to new places of intimacy in relationship. Not only does He call but He speaks words of endearment to those who follow after Him. His own know Him as “Beloved” and He calls us “my fair one” There is no plurality here; He is not speaking to a congregation or a crowd. He is calling out to one who is the object of His great love.
In religious circles the call is broad; it is a generic call and the references are impersonal. Those who are His know this intense and personal relationship. There is a singular flow of His life and love unto those who are following Him. The focus of the individual’s heart is all about Him. In the seeing of Him the world becomes dim and distant and its temptations start to lose their power and attraction. It is out of this wonder of Him drawing near that we feel the power of His love rising in our hearts to respond to the call of a deeper knowing of Him. This call is characterized by words of incomprehensible beauty: “my fair one”. Who can resist such undeserved love? Who is able to fathom such redemptive love? How can we ever measure or understand its cause or the depths from which its flows?
Lost within the broad landscape of religion, and a world gone mad with the voices and the rantings of men who think they have the answers, there is the “still small voice”. It draws the heart with whispers of grace and affection; “come away my fair one… come to Me”.
Within this growing relationship the need to fortify our place in Him with the teachings and doctrines of men disappears for His love itself becomes our surety and solace. His love constrains us to willingly arise from where we are to follow on to deeper places of affection and wonder. We touch the holy atmosphere of His cords of love that embrace us setting our own hearts ablaze with their fervency. The words flowing between the “beloved” and the “my fair one” are the language of this holy union:
“I am my beloved’s,
and my beloved is mine”
Song of songs 6:3
He is hers because she is His!