Good morning Lord. How awesome to find you waiting for me, to walk with you in your garden. I struggle to believe you long for one as me, yet we walk, with your shoulder touching mine. You make me feel like I am the center of your attention, that you delight in my presence. Yet, in all our walks, it is I who has need to leave.
Always, as I approach your garden, I fret over what to say, or if I will find the words to converse. And always as we walk, I learn anew, that silence is just another way for you to speak to my heart, where my words are as noise, hiding your Voice.
All that you require of me is that I come as I am. The less I do to make myself “presentable”, the more pleased you are. To portray myself in truth, is to pay you the highest praise, for you are Truth. You call me Friend, but you are so much more.
I am embarrassed Lord, to admit that still I am tempted to cut short our walks, or even to miss them altogether. I am a Fool, who in the presence of my God, is distracted by bubbles, where the temporal appears more desirous than the Eternal. And sometimes Lord, I come out of obligation, fearing you would think less of me if I did not show up.
None of this seems to matter to you, for always, you are delighted to see me. You receive me, who has sinned against you, as if I am a precious gift, even though you are Creator and I am creature.
Lord Jesus, you paid a price for me that I am not worth. You exchanged your Blood for my friendship, grafting me into your Family, giving me the Name of your Father, and sealing my identity with the Living Water of your Holy Spirit. I tremble to give my eyes to yours in thanksgiving.
Teach me, Lord, to love as you love me. Prune me, cultivate me, as a plant in your garden, until I become a garden for you, where always, you are with me, and I am with you. Make my life a prayer, walking with our shoulders touching.