How lovely are the fields of ripening grain that are preparing for the harvest! How great the joy of the husbandman who has waited for the precious yield to mature.
"Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and hath long patience for it, until he receive the early and latter rain. Be ye also patient; stablish your hearts: for the coming of the Lord draweth nigh." Is. 5:7, 8.
Now the winter is past and the warmth of the summer sun is bringing forth the fruit of the earth. And I am longing to walk with my lovely Bride down the streets of gold and give her fruit from the Tree of Life and water from the River of Life from my garden home which I have prepared for her.
"Arise my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me. See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; come with me." SS 2:10-13. NIV
The mansions that I have prepared for her stand empty and waiting for my return from the final battle with my enemy, bringing the redeemed of the earth with me to present them to my Father. Do you ever think about the joy of the Father when He welcomes me and the trophies from the earth which are a reward for my sacrifice on Calvary? Imagine the scene, for my Father will rejoice over you with singing!
"On that day you will not be put to shame for all the wrongs you have done to me, because I will remove from this city those who rejoice in their pride. Never again will you be haughty on my holy hill. But I will leave within you the meek and humble who trust in the name of the Lord. The remnant of Israel will do no wrong; they will speak no lies, nor will deceit be found in their mouths. They will eat and lie down and no one will make them afraid. Sing, O Daughter of Zion; shout aloud, O Israel! Be glad and rejoice with all your heart, O Daughter of Zion! The Lord has taken away your punishment, he has turned back your enemy. The Lord, the King of Israel, is with you; never again will you fear any harm. On that day they will say to Jerusalem, 'Do not fear, O Zion; do not let your hands hang limp. The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing....' At that time I will deal with all who oppressed you; I will rescue the lame and gather those who have been scattered. I will give them praise and honor in every land where they were put to shame. At that time I will gather you; at that time I will bring you home." Zeph. 3:11-20. NIV
Perhaps you have guessed already that my subject for today is, "My Bride." Can you hear the sound of the angels' wings that comprise my chariot when I come to get you and take you home with me? Can you hear the sound of the trumpet that will announce my descent to this tiny planet circling in space where I will eventually bring my jeweled city to establish my kingdom? These are things that I am thinking about today, so I invite you to take a few moments of your time to ponder these things and let my Spirit lift you to heavenly realms where only the children of light will dwell.
Now go to the activities of your day, but keep a song in your heart to match the singing of the angels around my throne, and the voices of my Father and I welcoming you home! Lovingly, Jesus.