Song of Solomon 4:9-10 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice!
I stood with Him looking over the cities and the plains. The land lay before us. In silence we watched as day turned to dusk. Something about the silence had my heart in a grip. There was heaviness in the atmosphere that had my heart racing. He didn’t say a word for hours and in reverence of His presence neither did I. He held my hand for many hours, not letting go; no, not even once. So we stood, and looked and watched and spoke not one word.
At dusk, He set a table before me and held my seat as I sat in wonder. One moment we are standing gazing at the beauty of creation and the next He has a dinner table prepared for us and I was dressed in a beautiful white dress. He sat across from me and as we removed the cover from dinner plates, my eyes were drawn to the food. Lamb and the word. I looked across the table at the Bridegroom and He smiled. I saw myself partake of the Lamb and the Word. I can’t tell you what it tasted like but I know I loved it. It didn’t escape my notice also that the Lamb sat across from me so the meal on the plate was symbolic. Each day we are to partake of Him. We are to feast on His very Presence for He is everything. Jesus is everything. He is our sustenance.
Then I was standing infront of Him dressed in a beautiful wedding dress. He took me in His arms and we danced to angelic music. Such beautiful music. I gazed in His eyes as He slowly glided us across a glass floor that I hadn’t noticed before. We danced in silence. His presence enveloped me in waves. I knew after this union, I’d never be the same again. I was a beloved bride in the arms of my Bridegroom. I was content. I was satisfied to just be with Him and the silence spoke loud and clear. He loved me. He desires relationship and He yearns for a connection that defies words with His bride. I was also following His lead.
Then I was bowed down before Him. I sobbed uncontrollably over His feet. He was doing something in me. He was changing me. Deep calls unto deep. As I continued to bow down and worship at His feet, I saw a sword in my right hand then I was dressed in armor. I realized I was a warrior. How had this happened? From looking at the cities and plains, to dining, to dancing in His arms to becoming a warrior.
(This happened during prayer last night 8/3/2017 after fellowship with some amazing Jesus lovers. I’m so blessed to be connected to Heavens best here on earth. Hungry Jesus lovers are my tribe)