That's a five dollar word huh? I added it to my gray matter data base today. I found it at the heading of Psalm 7 in my Bible. Strong's concordinance said it meant "a rambling poem". I wonder if David announced that that's what he had written, or if someone added it later. Anyway, it was a refreshing reminder of how free I can be with my God. I am so grateful that I don't have to have a thesis statement and four supporting paragraphs before I can open my mouth. And I don't have to come up with a captivating introduction for Him to tune in. I can ramble and vent and worship and cry and be still in any order I want. He hears me when I call.
In Song of Solomon, the beloved says: "O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely (Song 2:14 KJV)." How could the Lord Jesus possibly be talking to me? That doesn't sound like a passive listener, but someone who has been longing and waiting for me to draw near. Creator, Yaweh, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob...waiting for me. Incredible.