Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning upon her beloved?

Wilderness..I picture a wide open space of land, with forests tall and dark and deep, and brooks running through spilling over rocks and branches fallen. I hear birds calling and the wind brushing through the trees above, while sun and clouds take turns chasing through the sky's expanse. Then I see myself there, on a rock by the creek, waiting and whispering unspoken words to the invisibile but very present Abba Father. And now listening because I have so many questions that have no answers and I am so knowing in this place of aloneness that I need my Father but have not always known Him the way I think HE is to be known. So many of His ways, I do not see yet. I wait. I know He will answer and come with comfort. He always has before and will again. He is faithful. He is the lover of my soul, but I have not trusted His love in every situation..so I sit, willing  my soul into His care. It is here I will lay down my life, my abilities, my ideas, my solutions. I lay it down now here. I stand naked of all the flesh armor I have contrived.
And I have this promise from Song of Solomon..it is a song of every one of His lovers.. the song of knowing Him, leaning on Him and coming out of the wilderness, not in my own strength or purpose but in His, completely enveloped by shalom. It is the treasure that I seek in this wilderness, to come out leaning on Him. Yes. I will wait and listen to what He will whisper to my heart.