“Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions’ dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards.”(Songs 4:8)
 
The Lord is moving towards your heart, inevitably, like an armada of ships being carried by a fair wind!
Who can stop the Lamb on the way of His holy love?
He calls the Beloved from the mountains where she has climbed: “You are beautiful, your gardens are in blossom, and the first fruit of maturity are ripening for Me. But will you follow Me? Are you ready to look Me in the eyes and trust Me fully? Are you ready to follow me to the valley of sorrow?” One of His sleeves is decorated with Glory, the other – with the shame of the cross. If we follow the Lord into His glory we have to drink from His shame too. Are we ready? Or will the Soul remain on its mountains (the heights of comfort already reached) and will the garden of our soul wither fruitless?
He calls: “Beloved, it’s dangerous to stay there; the enemy is hunting for your heart. Run with me from the lions’ dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards.”