If I Belonged

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If I were His girl, I would awaken each day with eagerness. 

In first light, sleepy-eyed and tousled, I would remember that He loves me and rejoice in that knowledge.

If I were His girl, I would yearn to see Him more than anyone else. 

With anticipation, I would consider time with Him as imperative. I’d be insistent that He meets with me, and I’d arrive early not to miss a moment. 

If I were His girl, I would be fascinated by His character.

Whether He was near or not, I would eagerly dwell on glimpses of His magnetism.

If I were His girl, I would have Him as my singular focus.

With unparalleled attention, I would thrill to belong to Him with emotions of delight. 

If I were His girl, I would realize that He values me because of who I am, not what I do.

My busyness, either in work or in service, wouldn’t be my significance. Instead, I’d be motivated to return His extravagant affection with lavish warmth and pleasure. 

If I were His girl, I wouldn’t be anxious about my circumstances.

Even when situations didn’t suit my preference, I would know peace since He walks beside me. I would lean my trembling frame upon Him and simply trust.

If I were His girl, I wouldn’t worry about the future.

Assured of His wholehearted and passionate love, I would expect His protection and await His intervention despite what I could see.

If I were His girl, I would be hopeful.

Knowing His unending, burning desire for me, I would learn to trust His perspective. My preoccupation with His personality would enlighten every disappointment.

If I….but wait. I AM His girl. I am my Beloved’s, and He is mine.  He does love me, desire me, and remain eternally and passionately concerned with my every detail. 

So, since I am His girl. I will breathe more, trust more, linger more, and rest more. I will watch for Him. Yes, I will wait.

Listen! My beloved! Behold, He is coming, climbing on the mountains, leaping on the hills! Behold, he is standing behind our wall; He is looking through the windows, He is peering through the lattice.” (Song of Solomon 2:8-9).