” Promise me o women of Jerusalem, not to awaken love until the time is right”
Whoa!!! I wish i understood that immediately.
For 2 nights, somewhere in me was rummaging over this scripture..how profound true and real it is.
But am wondering, is it like when you see a dog sleeping and you disturb it, barks non stop and d noise is just so overwhelming and Eldritch..No not good enough.
Is it like fire, you ignite a small spark and it spreads till it turns to danger? fancy a bit.
The Bible describes love as fire, “love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame. many waters cannot quench love neither can rivers drown it”
So when i spark the fire, no quenching, no running..? I will sure enjoy the warmth, but i also should be able to withstand the heat and unfailingly the burns.
I thought of the sun. Whoa. The sun rises and it sure sets.. But we have to wait on it to rise and set regardless of how hard we try.
However a man plans and strives, he must await the night process before he sees the sun rise..and he must pass through the day before he sees the sun set.
The Bible says there is time for everything..there is surely the time to love.
Perhaps we should wait to pass through the processes that eventually lead us to the right time when we can withstand this love.. This love so powerful it is likened to death.
You awaken love at the wrong time, be ready to get burnt, d flames would blacken out your skin, the scars will linger, the pains are unbearable, girl, when the fire burns out, you’d wish it consumed you instead.
Why women? Because women have power. The power it takes to ignite love, to put love to sleep and do even more dangerously powerful things.
A wise woman therefore will in her wisdom, know when to awaken love and when love should sleep. Else, whatever comes off it, she will surely bear the consequences which in most cases, she cannot run away from. The consequences might sound so funny as though there's a resistance to it. Or you have seen the worst of it but i want to remind us that each hurt we experience in life especially emotional hurt doesn't come with less pain..its always a new and fresh one.but how we pull through the pains makes us stronger. For love is as powerful as death and we all are victims.
Women have all it takes to arouse a man, in the words of Kenny Rogers, “you have got the kind of body that was made to give a man a lot of pleasure”. We have the power to ablaze the flames of love but a woman must know WHEN to awaken love, to spark this fire.
Song of songs 8:10
“i was a virgin, like a wall: now my breasts are like towers”
A tower is a place of defense for protection. Towers usually protect castles-magnificent mansions.
A wall depicts security.
A woman should build a wall around herself to protect radical entry that can crumble down her castle before her very own eyes. A strong tower to shield her walls. A wall less woman in this age and time is sure to throw her value with her own hands. We don't want to give our value to undeserving pigs who have no value to even place value.
We live in a society where value depreciates and fades but women whatever God values can never be depreciated by man. Its up to you now, to choose your criterion. God anytime any day and forever is the best criterion i assure you.
My declaration is “my heart, my body must be earned by one who knows the true cost of love”-Michelle Hammond
You taught me one of the hardest lessons ever: To trust you.I believed in you even when the world believed there had to be something wrong with me. I chewed your words, digested your actions, I hoped a teaspoon too many in you. Physically grown, I was a fool to believe you were mentally grown. I stood at a defense platform when bullets of words, and arrows of thoughts tried to break you. I defended you to stupidity. As life has that tendency to screw us every now and again, sucking every trace of breath left in us, I nursed you back to life. I taught to to breathe in...and out...in...and out; Not too fast, but not to slow, you will make it, you can do it, I trust in you, I believe in you. I was the voice I hoped to hear someone speak to me. I believed I created a bond that I would have sworn the devil himself would give up fighting to break. I lied to myself. Being human, I am physically drained, mentally incapable, emotionally distraught, spiritually weakened to anchor you yet again, on this same battlefield you deceitfully promised me you would never run back into again. I apologize for letting you teach me to trust you. You got me good. As I like to see goodness in every situation, I appreciate you for teaching me patience; when I should have been agitated, peace; When I should have been a bubble of anxiety, and laughter; when I should have been a well of tears. Some battles are best fought alone. This is me saying Goodbye. This is your battle, FIGHT!!!
Random fact: ~On the average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily.