"Let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet..." from Song of Solomon 2:14
My 83 year old mom, in a nursing home out of state, ends phone calls often with: "I just needed to hear your voice." Our conversations are usually pretty short by her own choice, but apparently they're long enough for her. Somehow, the sound of my voice spans the distance and satisfies her maternal heart.
Years ago I began reading Song of Solomon as if it were the very personal story of God and me; He's the steady, faithful One patiently loving me through the ups and downs I cause in the relationship. In amazement I hear him say, "O my dove...In the secret places of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely." My insecure side struggles to think that God is hungry for time spent with me, of all people! And that He loves me even when I don't regard Him enough to come sit in His presence and converse. In spite of myself, He's not going anywhere. He never changes.
Now if you'll excuse me, I really need to spend some time with the Great Lover of My Soul. It's time I listened to him. And...He wants to hear my voice.
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