Today is International Women's Day.
Growing up in Italy, every March 8, on my way to school there were dozens of street vendors with carts full of mimosas. I'm not talking about the drink, I'm talking about these beautiful, delicate, bright yellow flowers that every boy and every man bought for their mom,grandma,teacher,girlfriend,crush, every important woman in their life.
Mimosas have always been one of my favorite flowers. The flower shines and naturally represents the sun. In the language of flowers, mimosa is the conjuration of secret love: no one knows that I love you. It also means safety, increased sensitivity. It also says: She is my only love.
TO ALL THE WOMEN OUT THERE, THE LORD WANTS YOU TO KNOW, THAT HE LOVES YOU WITH A LOVE THAT CANNOT BE MEASURED, THAT YOU ARE HIS SECRET LOVE, THAT YOU ARE SAFE IN HIS LOVING HANDS, THAT THIS IS YOUR YEAR. YOU WILL SEE YOUR EVERY DESIRE BECOME REALITY. HE WILL USE YOU POWERFULLY!
TODAY WE NOT ONLY CELEBRATE WOMEN, BUT WE CELEBRATE WHAT WOMEN REPRESENT, THAT IS THE FEMININE ATTRIBUTES OF GOD:
-God comforts his people like a mother comforts her child (Isaiah 66:13)
-Like a woman would never forget her nursing child, God will not forget his children (Isaiah 49:15)
-God is like a mother eagle hovering over her young (Deuteronomy 32:11)
-God seeks the lost like a housekeeper, trying to find her lost coin (Luke 15:8-10)
-God cares for his people like a midwife that cares for the child she just delivered (Ps 22:9-10, Ps 71:6, Isa 66:9)
-God experiences the fury of a mother bear robbed of her cubs (Hosea 13:8)
-Jesus longed for the people of Jerusalem, like a mother hen longs to gather her chicks under her wings (Luke 13:34)
SONG OF SONGS 5 TPT
1I have gathered from your heart,
my equal, my bride,
I have gathered from my garden
all my sacred spices—even my myrrh.
I have tasted and enjoyed my wine within you.
I have tasted with pleasure my pure milk, my honeycomb,
which you yield to me.
I delight in gathering my sacred spice,
all the fruits of my life I have
gathered from within you, my paradise garden.
Come, all my friends—
feast upon my bride, all you revelers of my palace.
Feast on her, my lovers!
Drink and drink, and drink again,
until you can take no more.
Drink the wine of her love.
Take all you desire, you priests.
My life within her will become your feast