The voice of my lover. Behold, He is coming Leaping over the mountains, springing over the hills My lover is like a gazelle or a young buck among the stags Look! He is standing behind our wall, gazing through the windows Peering through the lattice. In response my lover said to me, "Get yourself up, my darling my pretty one, and come. Come! For behold, the winter is past, the rain is over, it's gone. Blossoms appear in the land and the time of singing has come... Song of Songs 2 * * * What a blessed time we had over Sukkot here at Hebron. A few weeks before the start of the festival I was impacted by the understanding that our Creator and Father anticipates meeting with His children more than we anticipate meeting with Him. His love, His desire to meet with us individually and as a fellowship far surpasses ours, to a degree that it is impossible for us to comprehend. And meet with Him we did. The moed are His. His appointments with people who call on His Name, ob