How could he declare his love for her?
In an odd sort of way, his kingliness tied his hands. If he brought her to the palace and crowned her head with jewels and clothed her body in royal robes, she would surely not resist - noone dared resist him. But would she LOVE him?
She would say she loved him, of course, but would she truly? Or would she live with him in fear, nursing a private grief for the life she had left behind? Would she be happy at his side? How could he know? If he rode to her forest cottage in his royal carriage, with an armed escort waving bright banners, that too would overwhelm her.
He did not want a cringing subject. He wanted a lover, an equal. He wanted her to forget that he was a king and she a humble maiden and to let shared love cross the gulf between them. For it is only in love that the unequal can be made equal."
(As quoted from the book, "The Sacred Romance")
Power can do almost everything, but it cannot control love. You can never make another love you.
I am so grateful for God's wild love and his unexhausted pursuit of my heart.
Unexhausted pursuit of my heart.
Continual romancing.
Painful letting go. Painful to believe that it is actually true. A fight to recieve and let truth reign in my heart.
My heart is being stretched.
My mind is a battle, constantly wanting to control and make it's own way.
But my heart's desires remain true.
I want what my Father has set before me.
I want what He wants, and most of all, I want to know my lover.
I desire to know the wild heart of God and to be led by Him.
I desire to be consumed by His Truth and His song over you.
You're beautiful.

