Come Away With Me

"Of the love we share,
     no one compares to you.
I'll never let you go,
     cuz I really love you so..."

Those are lyrics from Faith Evans' "Never Gonna Let You Go".  The song began playing in my head this morning.  That's the second of two love songs God has highlighted to me in recent days.

The Lord whispered something to me last week.   He told me that it wasn't my time.  Nine months into my year off from dating and I was hoping to hear that someone special was on the way.  Instead, he told me it wasn't my time.

And I grew sad.  Does this mean that there's something wrong with me?  It must be true then that I am not the kind of girl that guys date huh?  How long am I going to have to wait?  What am I going to say to friends and relatives who keep asking me... when, when, when?  How am I going to convince folks that I am not a lesbian? Why isn't it my time Lord?

And then I saw an image.  I was naked.  Completely.  One arm swung low; the other arm crossed my torso and was latched to the free-swinging one.  I was biting my lip.  (Nervous, probably, because I was NAKED in front of the Father.)  And then I heard Him say, "I like your form."  Exhale.

In the book "Moral Revolution", the author shares that he has two beautiful, intelligent daughters.  One daughter always received male attention.  The phone would ring off the hook for her and she went out on many dates.  The other daugther never received the same attention.  She asked  her dad why she wasn't being asked out.  Whenever he could, the author would take his daughter out on a "date" to stave the worry and potential loneliness that would overcome her.  The author then highlighted something that may be applicable to me; he wrote that some people are hidden, secured for the match for them.

It's not my time.

I'd rather be hidden and secure with the Father than navigating the (sometimes brutal) wilderness that accompanies God-less pursuit and romance.

Two months ago, I saw an image.  (I get these a lot if you haven't noticed lol.)  I was in a bubble, kind of like a womb, walking and talking with God.  The enemy snatched me out of the bubble.  I was cold and began crying.  Some time later, the enemy returned, and as I lay on the ground in a fetal position, he kicked me in the stomach!  I wept some more.  God then cradled me into his arms and placed me back in the bubble.  I could not stop staring at the scene though, the scene where the enemy had attacked me.  God picked the bubble up and turned it 90 degrees so that the view was different.  (Whew this imagery is bringing me to tears.   This is deep.  I'm sure I'll be pulling truth out of this for months to come.  I'll stop here for now.)

It's not my time.

Well, this daughter will be going on lots of dates with her Papa.  I'll be pressing into him for truth and insight.  I love his wisdom.  I love how deep is.  I love how good He is to me.  I love his redemptive nature.  I love his delight in me.  I love that he loves me!  I love Him!  And we'll dance, and laugh, and sing, and cry, and wax poetic.  My joy is his joy.  He loves when I trust him and confide in him.  He loves to surprise me.  He loves to teach me his ways.  It's our time.  Forever and ever.

Oh and, "Come Away With Me" by Norah Jones was the very first love song he brought to me. 

"Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come

Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me"