A Love Letter
You
were my monument of beauty, a paragon to be admired by all, the epitome of
magnificent splendor, an object of admiration, a pinnacle of praise. Baby girl,
you were my delight, specially crafted and adorned with grace. I filled your
heart with love, laced it with mercy, and finished it off with kindness. Your
eyes were made to reflect my joy and your smile was given to be shared with
others, to lift a broken spirit, and calm a troubled mind. My lady, I gave you a
listening ear, welcoming arms, and mercy’s touch. Your body was made to house
my spirit as a tabernacle, a place where I would be pleased to dwell. When I
finished working on your interior, I saw that you were naked and needed to be
clothed, so I rubbed fragrant oils into your skin. I gave you expensive and
beautifully embroidered clothing and sandals made of the finest leather. I gave
you lovely jewelry—bracelets, a beautiful necklace, earrings, and a lovely
crown for your head. You ate the finest foods—flour, honey, and olive oil—and
became more beautiful than ever. You looked like a queen and so you were! Then
I passed by you after a while and saw that you were old enough for love. I
spread my cloak around you, declared my marriage vows to you, and you became
mine. Your fame soon spread throughout the world on account of your exquisiteness
because the glory I bestowed on you perfected your beauty.
Then,
you thought you could get along without me, so you trusted instead in your fame
and beauty. You gave yourself to every man who came along; your beauty was
theirs for the asking. You even used the beautiful things I gave you to lure
more men, forgetting all about me and how much I loved you and still do. In all
the years of running around, you never gave thought to me or the days long gone
by when you were nothing, or to how I found you and made you into the paragon
you turned out to be. Now I could have have given you what you deserved because
you have taken your marriage vows lightly by breaking our covenant; yet I will
keep my covenant with you and not turn away from you. If only you would
remember me and return to me. I want you to wash yourself clean. I hate the
smell of other men on you. Wear the fine garment you wore on the day we took
our vows; pour the sweet-smelling oil on your body and wear the perfume I gave
you long ago. Then return home to me and I will forgive you, for I have always
loved you, my lady. My heart goes out to you for the pain you are going through
and I want to put an end to that misery. I love you dearly, my lady love. Come
back home to me, for this is where you belong.
Your
Lord
To every woman out there in a broken relationship or marriage, or going through divorce, I pray you take solace in the fact that God loves you more!
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