There they sat, as the light that exposed them caused them to sparkle as the gems that they are. Waiting patiently to be discovered by whomever is willing to dig deep and unearth them. Like buried treasure they call out to be heard. The intimacy of their ancient meaning waiting to be discovered.
He invites me to come in motioning me into the palace where refreshment and rejoicing await me and he conspicuously flaunts his banner over me as the lover of my soul.
His divine love.
The next time the enemy shoots an arrow of discouragement at you, grab it with your bare hands, break it in two and declare, “Jesus’ banner over me is LOVE!”