There is a song taken from Song of Solomon that I don’t know the name of, but it’s chorus says, “Though I’m dark, you say I am lovely; though I’m poor you say I am beautiful.
Somehow my weak glance has overwhelmed You; somehow my weak love has stolen away Your heart.” It’s amazing how we keep such exacting records of our failures, and yet, to a repentant heart what God says He remembers are those expressions of love toward Him; those acts of affectionate obedience, no matter how weak or how small. We know our darkness, and He understand it better than we do, but it gives me hope, especially in light of any recent failure, to know that He finds me lovely. He has the amazing ability to look past the veil of inconsistency and failure and see the eyes of one who is longing for the Heights. He is my biggest fan, and cheerleader. He believes in me, and is confident (when I’m not at all) that I will fulfill my true destiny to love Him with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength. We are called to walk in faith, but what He says about me, how He feels about me is the hardest thing of all to believe. Lovely? Beautiful? I just don’t see it. I just don’t feel it, but it is what He says about me. It’s hard for me to imagine that I have irreversibly stolen away His heart with the weak love I have offered Him, but it is remarkably true. It makes me want to run through a wall for Him; to go any where for Him; to want to not ever grieve His heart again; to die for Him if necessary. Wow, I guess it really is working. His love really does never fail. I believe Lord; i believe; Help my unbelief.
