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	Comments on: In the Secret Garden, Part 1 &#8211; “A Lily Among Thorns”	</title>
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	<description>A conversational study through the Song of Songs</description>
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		By: Jack		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[That was lovely, Pam. The Holy Spirit directed me to Psalm 45 when I prayed to Him about a wife. I was enthralled by what I read - what a woman she would be. Upon concluding, I asked Him &quot;when will I meet her&quot; and He directed me to Genesis 17:21 &quot;this time next year&quot;. I remember having a flash of anger because I wanted &quot;to meet her now, not in a year!&quot; But the potter doesn&#039;t argue with his lumps of clay. A year later, we met as pen pals on line - writing daily - sometimes several times a day. Then talking by phone and finally meeting face to face months later. It&#039;s funny Pam - the Lord had told me before that she would be &quot;the other half of your heart&quot; - which to me means she was made and set aside for me, and me for her. So when we met, the love was already there if that makes sense. There was no falling in love with my &quot;other half&quot; - only getting to know each other. And what a year that was - courting long-distance - flying 2000 miles every other weekend to be together until finally we were married. Fighting back the tears every time we had to say &#039;goodbye&#039; until near to our wedding and we counted off the number of &quot;goodbyes&quot; that remained. Finally our wedding date and saying to each other &quot;no more goodbyes&quot;. 

I remember at our wedding, the pastor said that he didn&#039;t marry us, we marry ourselves. In fact, during one weekend together the previous autumn, we enjoyed a picnic at the lake on the grounds of a Christian campground she had been to many times. On a blanket beneath a gold leafed tree with the cross at our feet, we exchanged promises of commitment and devotion before God. We certainly felt married in God&#039;s eyes, our family and friends, though we still waited for the church ceremony to celebrate our love.

It&#039;s been years since I last read SoS - and didn&#039;t relate it to Ps 45 until you did. Thank you for that. It seems like the Creator has written SoS in our lives. ;)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That was lovely, Pam. The Holy Spirit directed me to Psalm 45 when I prayed to Him about a wife. I was enthralled by what I read &#8211; what a woman she would be. Upon concluding, I asked Him &#8220;when will I meet her&#8221; and He directed me to Genesis 17:21 &#8220;this time next year&#8221;. I remember having a flash of anger because I wanted &#8220;to meet her now, not in a year!&#8221; But the potter doesn&#8217;t argue with his lumps of clay. A year later, we met as pen pals on line &#8211; writing daily &#8211; sometimes several times a day. Then talking by phone and finally meeting face to face months later. It&#8217;s funny Pam &#8211; the Lord had told me before that she would be &#8220;the other half of your heart&#8221; &#8211; which to me means she was made and set aside for me, and me for her. So when we met, the love was already there if that makes sense. There was no falling in love with my &#8220;other half&#8221; &#8211; only getting to know each other. And what a year that was &#8211; courting long-distance &#8211; flying 2000 miles every other weekend to be together until finally we were married. Fighting back the tears every time we had to say &#8216;goodbye&#8217; until near to our wedding and we counted off the number of &#8220;goodbyes&#8221; that remained. Finally our wedding date and saying to each other &#8220;no more goodbyes&#8221;. </p>
<p>I remember at our wedding, the pastor said that he didn&#8217;t marry us, we marry ourselves. In fact, during one weekend together the previous autumn, we enjoyed a picnic at the lake on the grounds of a Christian campground she had been to many times. On a blanket beneath a gold leafed tree with the cross at our feet, we exchanged promises of commitment and devotion before God. We certainly felt married in God&#8217;s eyes, our family and friends, though we still waited for the church ceremony to celebrate our love.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s been years since I last read SoS &#8211; and didn&#8217;t relate it to Ps 45 until you did. Thank you for that. It seems like the Creator has written SoS in our lives. ;)</p>
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