You're Making Me Blush!

Lately, when I sit down to write, Song of Solomon often comes to mind. But God's passion toward us like a groom to his bride is an aspect of God that many people struggle with. I have seen some people even be offended by it. "The word intimacy is not a word for 'church people,'" they might say. haha Well, I hate to burst people's bubbles but Jesus is very passionate toward His Bride (His Church) and desires to be intimate (closer to us than just a religious mindset will allow). 

But this is a holy, NOT perverted passion. God never stops being holy and everything we know Him to be. His passion is a facet of Him, just like any other facet we know about Him. I encourage you to go and read Song of Solomon (Song of Songs). Just get ready to be surprised, though. It doesn't hold back in its passionate descriptions! hahaha! Allow God to purify your mind with a holy love. Remember, God is the One who created intimacy. Allow Him to show you His definition of it, replacing what the world has taught you.

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You're stunning! Dressed in white. Robe of red. 

Clean and new like the sheets of a bed. 

Your beauty so dazzling, My breath is now gone. 

You took it away when you fell in My arms. 

I'm speechless. I'm undone. I'm a man with no thoughts. 

I've lost track of time like there is no clock! 

I can't even think what My name is right now. 

My tongue is now stuck! My only word is Wow! 

I am forever smitten. I'm 'ruined' by love. 

My heart is now yours both on earth and above!

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You are beautiful, my darling, beautiful beyond words. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead. Your teeth are as white as sheep, recently shorn and freshly washed. Your smile is flawless, each tooth matched with its twin. Your lips are like scarlet ribbon; your mouth is inviting. Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates behind your veil. Your neck is as beautiful as the tower of David, jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes. Your breasts are like two fawns, twin fawns of a gazelle grazing among the lilies. Before the dawn breezes blow and the night shadows flee, I will hurry to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. You are altogether beautiful, my darling, beautiful in every way. 

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Come down from Mount Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, where the lions have their dens and leopards live among the hills. 

You have captured my heart, my treasure, my bride. You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes, with a single jewel of your necklace. Your love delights me, my treasure, my bride. Your love is better than wine, your perfume more fragrant than spices. Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. Your clothes are scented like the cedars of Lebanon. 

You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride, a secluded spring, a hidden fountain. Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates with rare spices— henna with nard, nard and saffron, fragrant calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes, and every other lovely spice. You are a garden fountain, a well of fresh water streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.

‭‭Song of Songs‬ ‭4‬:‭1‬-‭15‬ ‭NLT‬‬

https://bible.com/bible/116/sng.4.1-15.NLT

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