Five Minute Friday: Plucking Lilies ~ He Loves Me

It's Friday!! And I am linking up with Five Minute Friday at Lisa-Jo's place. There are rules, but I am glad no one is really keeping track, because that first rule is really hard for me. I am an internal processor and a terrible typer and in the habit of editting as I type, so to put a limit on the time is tough, but the practice is helpful. And even for failing on rule number one I get to play tug-of-war with words that otherwise may not have tumbled out. So, maybe I changed the rules a little for the pure love of writing. 

Officially, the rules are:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community...

And the Five Minute Friday prompt for this week is : Beloved

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I've gathered lilies in the field. I've plucked and giggled, "He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not." I've played this game.

I've also plucked and dreamily whispered, 'He loves me, he loves me, he loves me."

I don't know why, but I am my Beloved's.

I didn't get roses yesterday. "He loves me, he loves me not."

But I did get roses a few weeks ago. Because "He loves me, he loves me, he loves me."

My Beloved doesn't just love me because the calendar tells him to.

One the day the calendar marks Love, he got up on few hours sleep to take his children skating, he brings home take-out, he sits down beside his children at the piano even though he needs a nap and then he goes to work till the wee hours of the morning. He loves with his life.

'He loves me, he loves me, he loves me."

I have so much to learn about love.

And he calls me his Love and I don't know why it is so hard to believe it when he pours out his life for me.

They say love is a dance. I think I have two left feet, but until I get my focus off myself and centre it on Him I won't move very gracefully. I'll be motionless. This wallflower will wither up and miss out on way too much.

Love is a sacrifice and moves you to love with your life. And the greatest sacrifice ever has freed me to dance. And He calls me to come join Him in this dance.

I am my Beloved's and He is mine and I want to learn this dance.

"He loves me, He loves me, He loves me"

"My beloved speaks and says to me: "Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away; for lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away." Song  of Solomon 2:10-13