Walking With Him in the Garden

This heart within me is lovesick. I heard Him calling to me and inwardly I purposed to find Him. I thought to look for Him first where I usually find Him, amongst the poor, but He wasn't calling from there this time. He was calling me higher, to meet with Him in the wilderness, which has become a place of hope.

At times I know in my own experience a small portion of the ancient aloneness that God has felt over the ages, and for what purpose He desires a bride for Himself, of like nature, to share in the bond of love that is His essence. Even this is too wonderful for me. I can't wrap my mind around Him, but can only cling to His side, the side that both was pierced for me, and from which I came.

Coming out from the wilderness, He took me into a garden at the lowest point on earth. There, walking along paths with Him, He allowed me to experience in my depths what it felt like to walk in unhindered, pure, innocent, joyous love, like that in the first garden. Here was no fear, shame, doubts, only wholehearted, trusting communion. I felt the swells of joy as deep cried out to deep, the emotions of His heart echoing and reverberating between us as I was able to reflect them back to Him. It is the ultimate giving and receiving of love.