Romancing My Soul

Have you ever allowed God to romance you?

This isn't just for girls, but guys are usually romanced by God in a different way. So please keep in mind that this is from a woman's perspective.

Let me tell you, allowing God to romance you takes a lot of time and effort, just like any other relationship. It also requires trust. I am by no means perfect. I fail every day. But since my last blog, in which I wrote about my discovery of my true self, I have had the burning desire to not be the selfish me that I have been. I now desire, more than anything, to be Holy and humble.

He tries to reach out to us when we are hurting, happy, sad, angry, rejoicing, broken, scared, and all the in between moments. In those moments, if we let Him be our Savior, He will bless us. Maybe not in the way we expected, or even wanted, but it will be something greater, if we let Him. And He may also use those moments to romance you. You know that saying "Stop and smell the roses"? Well, when God romances you, He wants to you to stop, even for but a moment to glory in that thing, whether great or small, that He did, just for YOU.

He speaks to me
in a whisper,
Romancing my Soul
like no other.
In Him, I have peace
when I trust in His love
He guides me with strength;
He is my warrior.
Gentle is His touch,
deep is His love
He pursues me with vigor,
and relentless love.
Never will He let me go
and forever
will He romance my Soul.
by Elizabeth Dorthalina

Total Surrender

This is a poem I wrote during a time when God was pulling me out of my darkness, out of a life far away from Him, and calling me to surrender my life to Him. If you intend to share it with others, please give credit where credit is due.

It has been a long dry season
away from You, my God.
A time when I was desperately alone.
That is how I felt.
But You never left my side
Not once, did You let go.
You always hoped for my return
and held me close in the night.
My future was dark,
A shadow cast
I couldn't bear the thought of my past,
Nor a future
With our without You.
I walked away, chose...
Not You; but the world instead.
Shame, guilt, pride.
I surrender all to You now -
I am finally Free!

by Elizabeth Dorthalina