O Most Beautiful Among Women.

 

O Most Beautiful Among Women 

“If you do not know, O most beautiful among women…  

Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments,  

your neck with strings of jewels.”  

— Song of Solomon 1:8–10

Yesterday morning, I did something unusual for myself. I put on a pair of earrings and wore a chain — something I honestly don’t do very often. Jewellery is usually not part of my everyday life, but yesterday I simply felt like wearing it. I didn’t really know why. It was just a quiet feeling.

At the same time, my heart was heavy.

Leon had been running a viral fever for the past few days — the kind everyone seems to be getting with the season change. And as a mother, I had been praying constantly. Every few hours, I found myself going back to God, asking Him to heal my child, asking for the fever to leave.

But somewhere in those prayers, I became very honest with God.

I remember saying,  

“God, I keep coming to You. I keep praying… but I feel like I’m not being heard. I feel unseen in this struggle.”

It wasn’t a strong faith moment.  

It was exhaustion speaking.

Now I want to say this — I don’t usually open the Bible randomly from the middle expecting God to speak. That’s not my normal way of reading Scripture. But yesterday, I had reached zero. I had no energy left to pray long prayers or search for the right passage.

So I simply told God,  

“You always speak to me through Your Word. I know this isn’t how I normally do it… but today I just need You to speak to me.”

And I opened my Bible — randomly.

My eyes immediately fell on these words:

“O most beautiful among women…  

Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments,  

your neck with strings of jewels.”

I just stopped.

Because there I was — wearing earrings and a chain I rarely wear — and God was not first speaking about my problem.

He was speaking to me.

Almost as if He was saying,  

“I see you. I notice you. You are valuable to Me.”

Before the fever left.  

Before circumstances changed.  

God met me personally.

And this morning, after three days, Leon’s fever finally broke. He’s completely fine now.

Of course, I am deeply grateful for the healing. But what touched me even more was realizing that God had been present in every conversation I had been having with Him — even the questioning, even the tired prayers.

God is such a personal God.

He understands a mother’s worry.  

He meets us in ordinary moments.  

He listens even when our prayers sound more like frustration than faith.

So this Women’s Day, I want to tell every woman listening:

Sometimes it feels like the world stands on one side — responsibilities, expectations, fears — and you feel alone on the other.

But you’re not.

You have God on your side.

This is how He sees you: valuable, cherished, deeply known.

He loves when we depend on Him.  

He delights when we take care of ourselves.  

He welcomes us when we run to Him exactly as we are.

He is never disappointed by a heart that comes to Him.

And sometimes, before answering our prayers, God gently reminds us who we already are to Him —

O most beautiful among women.