The season has changed, the bondage of your barren winter has ended, and the season of hiding is over and gone. The rains have soaked the earth and left it bright with blossoming flowers. The season of pruning the vines has arrived. I hear the cooing of doves in our land, filling the air with songs to awaken you and guide you forth. ~ Song of Solomon 2:11-12 TPT
"When my daughter received my letter, she decided to look to the King to learn about love like I encouraged her to. She fell deeply in love with what she found, and the change in her was amazing. When I asked her about any romance in her life, she said that she had asked the King to pick her husband. She explained that she was going to stay asleep in regard to romance until the King of Love itself decided to wake her. A year later, she revealed that the King came to her to say that it was almost time to arise for a new morning. Sure enough, He woke her up and introduced her to a valiant young solider of the King’s. Another year later, she wrote me, saying that this man had asked her to be his bride. When she said yes, he kissed her for the first time. She said, 'That night I felt like I had become something... treasured... different.' She had never felt anything more passionate in all her life than the deep slow burn of waiting on him to lead her. The wedding was glorious."
Credits: Story "Treasure" by Flyleaf (Memento Mori, 2009)