Song of Solomon 2:10-12
My beloved speaks and says to me:
“Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away,
for behold, 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."
Being loved is like smelling Spring. It is surprising and refreshing and altogether undeserved. It is dependable and unexpected. It makes sense and it boggles our brains all at once. The time of bitter wind and water often begin to feel like the facts until the promised warmth and daffodils produce in us their song of hope.