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