Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Spellbound

Psalm 45:11 (New International Version)
11 The king is enthralled by your beauty;
honor him, for he is your lord.

Ever met anyone enthralled by your beauty? Me, either. Unless you actually said "yes" and then I say "How nice for you." But I don't really mean it. I'm just that way sometimes. Most of the time. Really, all the time. "Charmed" by my quirks is my only hope.

Anyway, the definition of enthral:
1 : to hold in or reduce to slavery
2 : to hold spellbound : charm

As I've been casting around for another Bible study, I ran across a book and read this verse. Imagine...being beautiful enough to enthral a king, to charm a king.

I certainly don't feel all that spellbinding today, a day of answering questions and phone calls and making requests that don't get completed. It's frustrating, bends me out of shape and I feel more "beast" than "beauty" and don't have much inclination to get over it. And my clothes are too tight, my mouth is too loose, and my hair defies explanation. Add to that a king, a lord, who is enthralled by me, even when I'm the beast. And that's really love. What a gift.