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That quiet garden...
I miss the silence. I miss the quiet that comes with my King’s appearance. That stillness that comes from being in His presence. All I hear these days are my thoughts, my needs, my needs, and all my wants. My heart is crying out to God for mercy. For help.
“Oh that you would hear me and deliver me from the cares of this life.”
They encroach the space that is my Lover’s and consume my thoughts like the ravenous belly of the grave; never satisfied, always asking for more.
I miss the silence. The place of solace. That quite garden and the whistle in the trees. And the sound of still waters traveling through rock crevices. The cool of the day. The dew of the morning. The fragrance of Heaven. The smell of incense. The sound of angels singing Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord. I miss the presence. I miss the hunger that invokes His presence.
I miss the silence.
If this too is your story, and you share in my predicament, then let's say this prayer together. I pray that the Lord will grant us mercy and call out to us again. I pray that our hearts hear Him when He calls. I pray that our feet find Him and follow where He leads. I pray that our eyes fix their gaze on Him and desire nothing more but to behold His Glory. The Glory of the risen Lamb.
I miss the silence.
May the Lord restore all that worry and anxiety have stolen. In Jesus name. Amen.
Ecclesiastes 2:17 So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.
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