the sound of his footsteps…

Watering:

Awake, north wind,
and come, south wind!
Blow on my garden,
that its fragrance may spread everywhere.
Let my beloved come into his garden
and taste its choice fruits. (Song of Songs 4:16)

Watching:

A love story waiting to happen. A yearning for hearts to be as one.

A deep longing to give a gift that would please the Beloved’s heart:

“Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruit.”

… waiting for the sound of His footsteps.

Wondering:

God first made a garden for us – hand designed. A garden overflowing with all things good. A land given us to explore and discover, wrapped in eternity to play.

And yet, the ultimate gift wasn’t the gift, it was the sound of His footsteps in the cool of the evening…

“Look what I found, Daddy.”

“Watch me, Daddy!”

“Daddy, come here, I wanna show you something.'”

It was a time for sharing and laughing, listening and learning.

The Creator walking side by side, hand in hand, with His created.

…Heaven on earth.

 ***

But choices were made, and Death slithered past boundaries. Then the weeds came. Then the drought came. And the hot desert wind came to rob, steal and destroy the land of its life – bringing toil and hardship… taking the place of play.

***

…But God never forgot His children, or the sweetness of those evening walks. So He set about to plant a new garden: his Promise planted deep in the fallow ground of our beaten up hearts:

I will make a way. Paid for in my blood. Watered by my Word. You will be Rooted and established in my Love. In the fullness of time, I will make a way.

***

We are God’s garden now.

Our lives – His perfectly sculpted workmanship, built up together in him .

We are His garden now

that he tends to, and fusses over, waters, weeds and prunes, strolling the pathways, looking for life and ripening fruit.

We are His garden now

… “A fragrant offering” wafting on the wind of His Spirit, planted for His joy and designed for good works that we should walk in them… side by side with Him, hand in hand again

heaven on earth again..

Waiting:

Awake, north wind,
and come, south wind!
Blow on my garden,
that its fragrance may spread everywhere.
Let my beloved come into his garden
and taste its choice fruits…

Lord, I wait breathlessly again … for the sound of your footsteps.

Watering today:  Prov 11, ps 11, 111; Song of Songs 1-4; Ephesians 6

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