The past 2 Sundays, I've attended a study held at the Zadok House of Prayer, and it has been so refreshing and needed. We hear so much about the power of God, but I need intimacy as well. I believe these go hand in hand. It's fuel for the fire.
They've been studying Song of Solomon, and it has been really awesome. The presence of the Lord has been delicious. Last week Dee Bennett, Kirk's wife, spoke and talked about tokens of God's affection towards us. Two women had given testimonies of tokens they'd received from the Lord: one, of a beautiful bouquet of roses found and the other, a recliner. Dee mentioned that she had received, on different occasions, 3 pairs of ruby earrings. The first two times she would wear them and then give them away. The 3rd time, they came with diamonds, and she has kept them. :) She also said that God has gifted women with an eye for things of beauty. She challenged us to ask for a token from the Lord as a sign of His affection.
I sat there thinking that I wasn't crazy for earrings or anything like that but what I would like would be a flower or such since I missed my garden. Towards the end of the meeting, she hands out a basket full of flowers and tells us to take one.
I smiled.
The basket came around, and I chose the one that caught my eye. A white flower with pink-rimmed petals, a little on the wilted side and unopened. I promptly stuck it in a grape (for hydration) which they had also provided for us to eat.
I came home and put the flower in water. The next day it started to open, nothing spectacular. But the next day it opened up and I suspected that it was a Campula, or bluebell. This one was white and pink which reminded me of when Samuel, our son, was born. My dad had brought me a bouquet of bluebells that drew the curiousity of the nurses and visitors because they were not commonly seen.
Not only did God speak of His affections for me as a Bridegroom in giving me a flower, but He reminded me of His Fatherly love as well. Isn't that just like God?
If you don't know Him in that way, just ask--and keep your eyes and ears open. He loves to impress. He loves to romance. He loves to woo.
That's my God.
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