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Your Heart on Valentine's
Day
When we think of Valentine's Day, we think "romance." Romance means a loving relationship, marked by courage, and adventure, so says Daniel Webster. Isn't that appealing?
In the beginning of a romance, we have visions of prince charming coming to rescue us from the mundane and whisking us away to a glorious castle where we are fully loved and cared for. Or a princess most beautiful, without one mean bone in her body, paying attention to our every word, and giving up everything else to meet our needs.
There is a great market for romance novels and women are the biggest market for such. In fact, it's hard for the male to ever measure up to these heroic novels.
After a time, unless we work at it, our loved one can become plain old Joe or just plain Jane. He may develop a distended stomach and she may get sloppy by not grooming herself as she once did. All relationships, in time, will wear down and have problems. Through the second law of thermodynamics we find that in our world, things wear down or break down when given enough time. This is also true of relationships.
Your car does not repair itself after the newness wears off and ten or more years go by. I have a 1991 blue Honda and people often stop me or leave a message on my windshield about wanting to buy it. I take it into the auto dealer annually and keep the motor clean and well-oiled. It has a few minor scratches but still looks good and drives well. Some people do not treat their relationship as well as they do their car or computer.
The hero in the Song of Songs describes true romance for us.
"The voice of my beloved!
Behold, he comes
Leaping upon the mountains,
Skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
Behold, he stands behind our wall;
He is looking through the windows,
Gazing through the lattice" (S of S 2:8-9 NKJ).
The beloved is full of energy and life. He is very interested in his intended and admires her but waits for an invitation to be with her. First, he woos her with words as he stands gazing through the lattice.
"Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away.
For lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of singing has come,
And the voice of the turtledove
Is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth her green figs,
And the vines with the tender grapes
Give a good smell.
Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away!" (vs. 10b -13)
The words we speak in a relationship are vitally important. They can make or break a romance or a marriage. These poetic words of the lover in the Song of Songs are caressing words that heal the soul.
Oh, how inviting are the words, "Come away with me" with the one who loves you most in the whole world. Who wouldn't want to go? But she must respond as he is ready to make a decision. He has found in her all he desires. Will she say yes?
God's Love Song
This ancient poetry of Solomon to the Shulamite woman has also been called God's Love Song. The Lord wants to have a love relationship with you that will not only be for this life, but for eternity. It starts now and enriches all your relationships on earth because you can rest in His constant love which helps you be more loving. His tender words will heal the wounds you've received in this earthly vale of tears.
And with the Lord there is no natural law that is going to break down your relationship with Him but it will only get better and better as the centuries roll by. Who wouldn't want to go with Him when He calls for us, male and female, to come away with Him?
Come away to the eternal vineyards and mountains of spices, and soul-caressing words from God's own love poetry - sung especially to you. Will you say . . . yes?
Rita
Bennett
© 2003 Rita Bennett
