"Do not awaken love until the right time"

You are a beautiful garden. Each seed planted with care, tenderness, precision. You are beautiful, precious, well-watered.

Your fragrance can change the course of nations. Your heart beats with things not yet born. Your heart has the capacity to birth, feed, restore, strengthen.

You are a beautiful garden. Each flower blooming at the sound of its Maker. Each grain of soil placed perfectly to breed life.

Precious, protected, guarded.

This is the heart of a woman. We are wholly different from our other halves. This difference doesn't make us better, it makes us women.

It is in this precious difference that God is actually glorified.

So why write about it?

Because we must protect it. We must protect this precious land. The lavish scent of God's maternity.

We have the capacity to be wives, mothers, women who birth Kingdoms.

Protect it. Don't give it away so easily. Even in a passing conversation. Even in a fleeting comment. Even in a prayer prayed too soon. No one should trod in this garden until He opens the gate. Until he has been given the green light from Him.

And as we protect it, we protect his heart as well. The man destined to be the only one to smell the roses.

Let us not be women too quick to open our hearts and too bold to pry into his.

He too is a well-watered garden, beautiful, generous, deeply rooted. We have no right there until the right time.

I desire to protect his heart even more than I desire to protect my own. His heart, the heart of the one God has for me. Wherever he may be, near or far.

We are gardens, occupied solely by our Maker until He deems it time to make both gardens one, fruitful, open, glorious field.

Until then, my heart belongs only to Him. He is my Lover, my Husband. I adore and worship Him alone until He is ready to share me with another.

The gates are closed. Securely.

And in this security, I rest and revel. Amen.