Beloved
It’s what I feel when he reaches behind the driver’s seat to hold my hand, sitting there behind him. It’s what I know I am when he’s tired and working late and we’re taking care of kids more than each other.
It’s what I feel when I walk out of doors and feel the breeze in my hair and the sun on my face and see the beauty of His creation all around me. It’s what I know I am even when I fail Him and forget to trust Him and have to ask forgiveness once again.
Beloved. His beloved. No matter what I think or how I feel, I know:
“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.”
-Song of Solomon 6:3
This is.. perfection. I am so impressed. (And so beloved ;))
Beautiful!
Hi Gretchen, I appreciate these profound words, “No matter what I think or how I feel, I know…” We are held close, secure and beloved.
More Grace,
Donna
Dear Gretchen
Coming via FMF and I am delighted with all the sweetness you have captured in not many words! Yes, desr one, I would rather KNOW than feel that I am His belovrd and that He is mine.
Much love xx
Mia