The Greatest of Pleasures

Song of Solomon 1:4

Friends:

We rejoice and delight in you;
we will praise your love more than wine.


Wine speaks of the height of pleasures of this world.

There is nothing I’ve encountered as pleasurable as the love of God. Nothing. My honeymoon was simply glorious, and I wouldn’t mind living that over about eighty or ninety times, but even that doesn’t come close.

The love God has for me is so great, so vast, so glorious, I could count the droplets of water in the Pacific easier than measure His love for me. But are you ready for the best part? He wants to give us the ability to love Him in return in this way. Imagine loving God the way that God loves God!

He wants us to love that way so much that when He was on earth, Jesus asked the Father for this.

“I have made You known to them, and will continue to make You known in order that the love You have for Me may be in them and that I Myself may be in them.” John 17:26

There is something so sublime about requited love, something so sublime, so divine. God knows this. Jesus gave his life for it. The God of the universe gave His life so that we can love Him the way that He loves us. It’s better than we can even imagine.

She:

How right they are to adore you!

Tonight I was wrestling with grief. Sometimes it doesn’t come at convenient times. Sometimes it comes when we have many other things to do. I couldn’t stop crying. It slowed me down, but this slow-down was good. It pressed me to open the word, to draw comfort from the most perfect Source. His love poured into my heart with such profound comfort. Such profound comfort. I’m so glad I ran to Him.

How right they are to adore you!

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