Will You Call On Me Today?

Hello My son, this is Jehovah Elohim speaking with you this day.  My children, I Am calling to each of you today for I have a special meeting time planned for each of you who heed this call.  As you draw near to Me, I run towards you.  I love each of you with a love you cannot comprehend and this compels Me to bless those who turn to Me this day.  The enemy tries to wear you down with many tasks and troubles, and today (all days really) I want to meet with you in a special way – to take your eyes and ears off of the world for a moment and just bask in the Glory of My presence with you.  Those who do this will be refreshed in your soul.  You will feel a warm sense of peace overtake you; to calm your mind; to soothe your body from all aches; to just spend time with Me.  This simple act delights Me.  Will you call on Me today? I AM waiting.

Song of Solomon 2 (KJV)

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

² As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

³ As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. ⁴ He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. ⁵ Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. ⁶ His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

⁷ I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. ⁹ My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

¹⁰ My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. ¹¹ For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; ¹² The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; ¹³ The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹⁴ O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

¹⁵ Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. ¹⁷ Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.