The most romantic relationship I’ve ever had in my life has been with God.
He remembers all the details, and he never drops the ball.
Over the last few days I’ve prayed so much for one thing.
A husband.
A protector.
Someone who would shoulder me. Someone who would comfort me. Someone who would be there for me.
A heart who listens —- and one who would never give up on me.
Then during my private time reading and studying the Bible early Tuesday morning, I had a visual. I had just finished reading Isaiah 54, the passage that talks about an abandoned wife. Prayerfully, I journaled my thoughts and started the day.
Then, I had a vision that came like a flash. A man walking with a lamb straddled around his shoulders traveling along the mountains headed back to his home.
In the book of Luke 15:4-7, the Bible talks about the one lamb that the shepherd rescues. Many Christians use that parable to explain how Christ would have died for just one person if they were the only one to believe.
But God spoke something new to my heart. The lamb was me.
A little helpless lamb caught in a thorn bush away from the flock is the one with a powerful story of the unimaginable. It’s the one no one saw value in but gave a great story to tell for that reason.
Unimportant me. Me with all my worries and anxieties. Overwhelmed me. Me with my duties as a mom and a provider for my children.
Lonely me. Me without any friends close by.
Living far from home.
Me when I feel alone in the world — like I can’t do it anymore by myself.
Lost and unsure how to find my way to wholeness.
Powerless to solve my problems and unable to help anyone else because of my weaknesses and frailty.
In that moment at my kitchen table, I got it. It was the weakness of the lamb, its inability to care for itself that made it pray so loudly That cry is what allowed it to be heard from the valley and rescued. When help arrived, soul-tired, the lamb didn’t struggle because it was desperate.
It was the fact that the lamb had exhausted all its other options and had become so lost and entrenched that he only had one solution — to pray.
Prayer is of spirit. And in the darkness the spirit of the lamb cries out so that the shepherd hears it to know where to find him.
Being lost gave the shepherd an opportunity to raise the lamb up on his shoulders, elevated, so every eye can see the total ability of what a shepherd can do. The lamb is metaphor of what doesn’t make sense to others but reveals the heart of God.
“In weakness, I am strong…” and “those who wait on the Lord, shall renew their strength. They shall mount up with wings. They will walk and no faint.”
My answer to prayer for the week is this realization deep down to the soul level — God is my shepherd…
He’s not a myth or a concept but a being who comes to me when I need him and when I don’t.
But there’s knowing it in your heart and mind, and another thing to see it in action.
Not only does he make it so I shall not want, but he also lifts me up. He elevates me when I’m low. When my heart is faint, he strengthens it. I pray. I cry. He heard my heart’s call.
And that morning lesson brought the application of how God works in my life into realtime a few hours later right when the eclipse happened, hitting my unaspected Uranus in Libra.
These shocks of God’s mighty hand amazes me over and over again — and it humbles me.
I got an answer to my prayer for the husband-like covering that I asked for, and waited to see.
God, show me your love in a way that makes it clear as day that you have not forgotten me. Be my husband like you promised the woman in Isaiah.
At the hardest point of my day, the door bell rang. Just when I was in tears, a man stood on my porch with flowers wrapped in paper. No vase.
He said “there’s no name on these but it’s for this address. Usually that means there’s been a death or a loss. Can I pray with you?”
Where two are gathered together, there I am in the midst of them.
And this peace that surpasses all understanding, a feel of being held you can only understand when you’ve felt the magnetic arms of a living God’s warmth was all around me.
Yes, I told him. Then, at the hour of the eclipse, me and a stranger stood praying for my life and for my family, my finances, my health, and for my work — for everything that I worry about.
I knew. God had not forgotten me. He sent me flowers. Flowers with no vase. How romantic of God. How sentimental. So God-husband like, so symbolic. I am the vase. His love — the flowers.
2 Corinthians 4:7 But we have this treasure in a fragile vase of clay, in order that the surpassing greatness of the power may be seen to belong to God, and not to originate in us.
God always shows up. Over and over again I have had this one truth revealed to me in my life. Even during the darkest night of a soul when the whirl of fear and darkness surrounded my anxious heart.
Surrender. Let whatever will be to be. A mistake is what led the little lamb away from safety—and what brought it into the arms of its owner.
Mistakes make life beautiful at times. We see love and its powers when our errors are grave and we need reassurance that someone out there loves us enough to find us where we are, even when we put ourselves in a bad situation.
God is the one who loves me no matter what, and guess what? God loves you no matter what, too.
This is so beautiful prayer, surrender, falling under HIS wings, leaving behind all anxieties, fear, insecurities, etc… accept HE is the husband. Even in Sikhism (Granth Sahib) Guru Nanak says that he is preparing himself as a bride prepares to be accepted and loved by her groom … This life is an opportunity to get prepared for that divine meeting 🙏🏼🪬
What a beautiful story! I was praying an hour ago about something heavy I am going through in my heart. Then I was browsing quickly on MSN and saw the “astrology horoscope” page you have. I rarely read those, however, this evening I did and read my Pisces horoscope. Then I clicked on something and ended up on your FB page and from there here. Your story really touched my heart. My situation is not exactly like yours’s at this time, but when you said “God is romantic” it reminded me of when I was a young girl growing up in Germany, we were visiting my mother’s former foster parents. I often wandered off and this time went to a outdoors Catholic Garden with a cross and benches surrounded by high hedges. There was a vase hanging under the feet of Jesus for flowers and I noticed that it was empty. So, I went out to the meadow and picked wildflowers Suddenly I felt so light and was running through the field and felt so happy. That was it, no voice or vision or anything, just a feeling that I will always remember. I brought the flowers to the vase and just sat there, touched by God, even just for some fleeting minutes. I was around 7 years old. Your writing brought that experience to my mind and blessed me tonight. Just thought I let you know 🙂
Thank you so much. How incredibly insightful you were for a 7 year old! Did you know that at age 7 your natal Saturn enters its first opening square where life lessons begin to help a child self actualize. God was completely with you at that moment and you were open to his holy presence. Thank you for sharing. 💐