The voice of God was calling

I was sitting inside our den this morning, waiting for the tea kettle to boil, and checking my computer, when God called out to me. He had painted the sky for me and strewn cotton ball clouds all about between the lovely pinks and blues for my delight. I crept out on the porch with our beloved golden retriever and I listened.

He spoke to me of His power, His love, His presence, His desire to guide my life. I sat in the cool breezes and listened. I might have missed this moment if my ears were not attuned to listen and my eyes had not looked up to see Him.

Oh, may I listen attentively, look fervently, wait for you. To think that the God who threw the stars into their place would care that I was with Him. What an amazing, humble, gentle, generous God you are. May you know my love and praise of you this day and may I keep hearing you, listening to you, seeing your fingerprints in my life all day long in the midst of my very busy moments. I love you, sweet Father.

"They heard the sound of the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God among the trees of the garden." Genesis 3:8

Please, Lord, may I never hide from you when you are looking for my companionship.