“I very much like when we walk together each day, Sir.” “What may I call you?” “You may call me Abba”, He said, and his eyes smiled upon me with the knowledge of every fiber of my being reflected. I followed His steps wondering which wonders He would show me today in the garden of His gifting. He taught to name things, showed me the patience of my hands as I walked the animals in and out of the garden and told me of one tree of which I must not eat or else I would die. I loved my Father, because He loved me. I could not imagine displeasing Him for He truly cared for me in a kind, considerate and sovereign way.
What has changed? For you and I. Is God different? Are we? Can we still imagine anything outside of our total obedience to His command? Have we forgotten His kindness, His Sovereignty? It is that knowledge that separates us isn’t it? That confounded tree from which we could not abstain? Oh, that the seeds of regret would blossom in to an ointment that would repair my innocence. Can a man forget his sin? I pray for that wonderful day when the memory of my disobedience is cast from my mortal soul. He may have forgotten but my miserable flesh continues to remind me of my tentative footing, upon the slippery slope upon which I remain.,
I pray for you. That you love Him too and covet those moments spent together simply refreshing your spirit. This Earth is hard, it too groans from the sorcery, the slavery to a master with no kindness within him. We all wish to be set free from captivity, from the limited programming our producer gone mad. There is no guessing how this turns out but there is suffering, difficulty, tumultuous times on the road to glory. What then shall I remember to get me round the bend so to say? What mantra may I repeat in my mind leading me to victory within apparent defeat? What dream may I reside upon that will supersede all the anguish incumbent to this venue? Why that He is my God and He loves me and someday, someday very soon, we will walk together in the cool of the day for eternity. In Jesus’s Holy Name I pray.
Involuntarily descending
awrkhakhaya 