Perfect Molding Of Love

Song of Solomon 1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth  for your love is more delightful than wine.

I SAW Him looking at me. My heart fluttered then sped up. I felt like my  breathe was catching and as I lay my hand over my heart I could feel it beating out of rhythm. My eyes remained glued to His unable to look away. Eyes like fire bore deep into my own, seeing deep into me possessing me with each passing moment. I tried to walk to Him but my feet remained glued to the ground unable to take even the smallest of steps. My goodness! But He was breathtaking! I stared in wonder. He eyes closed but for a moment; I felt as though His lashes had fanned my face. My breath caught just for a moment but when I inhaled His fragrance assailed my nostrils sending fire down to my heart. My heart! Oh my heart! Expanding with the intoxicating fragrance of the one my heart loved. I do love Him you know. He is my everything.

He smiled and a lone tear fell down my cheek burning with His fiery flame of love. He stared some more as if letting me drink in His perfection. Oh, He was perfect. He was divine. I closed my eyes inhaling deeply and drawing every ounce of air I could to my lungs. I wanted all of Him. I wanted all of His fragrance. I kept drinking and drinking until my head swam with a drunkenness only He can give. I felt my body sway and I thought – well that’s it, I’m falling into a drunken slumber. His arms stopped my fall.

I gasped. Fire seared my very being at His touch. He is something else I tell you. No one can burn like He does yet not consume to ashes. As my body shook with the beauty of His touch, my feet completely caved in and I fell fully into Him. I continued drinking Him in more thirsty and hungry for more. I wanted to go deeper. I wanted to be consumed more. I wanted his fire to brand me until I looked like Him. I reached out and touched Him crying out as sensations of love seared my fingertips. Yet, even as I burned, I didn’t stop. I yearned for more. I wanted more. I wanted Him to crack me open and invade me again and again. I wanted His heart to collide with mine and make us one. I wanted to be so still so I didn’t miss anything yet dance with Him to the song He had begun to sing over me. His voice rich and steady melted me touching me deep to the marrow. Hi love undid every wrong, removed every scab and healed every scar. I felt once again, the Potter was molding me back to the original blueprint of when He created me. I could feel the change and His perfectly manicured hands molded me back to His perfection. Every bit of me was love made. Love replaced the ugliness the world had left in its track.

Love seared me, branded me and left His fingerprints all over me. Love cast out every fear (1 John 4:18). Love came home once again becoming one with me and habitating in me. Love conquered me all over again reminding me of His perfectness. No more. No more. No more settling. No more because Love came and Love stayed. Abide in Me and I in You (John 15:4). Yes, we are now perfectly ONE.

Song of Solomon 8:6 Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.

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