How God Comes Down To Meet Us.

Long winters pass.  Sun breaks out, laughing at the darkness. All creation, resurrecting.  Seeking, the unwrapping of an awakening, Lazarus.

Breathing from shrouds. Binding all of life, from the fullness of freedom.  Promises of spring.  Coming.  Here.  Awaiting, the new birth.

Earth.  Awakens.  Still much, hibernating.  Locked in a cave, stubbornly clinging, to hopes and dreams.  Thinking…

Heaven is just too far away.  The hope of my Savior.  When will He rescue me?

The longing.  The aching.  For union with my bridegroom.  The one, closest. On my carpet.  Gently swaying to, His love song.

Still, earthly husband.  Calls me from this Jesus moment.  Transcending into heaven, wishes.  Pulling me back to earth.  Taking me, for a walk among men.

And I stretch well into heavens.  But, to be honest, struggle finding God among the frailty of men.

I see Him well with eyes closed.  With mind caught up in the worship of my own soul.  But, how difficult sometimes…Seeing God among the fallen.  

The dark and light blended, frailty of men.  The tainted mixture of worldly ones, rarely humbled.  Unwilling to be surrendered to a Savior they can’t see.

He takes my hand.  This earthly groom.  This representation of everlasting wooing.  The one I fell in love with, the moment I saw him.

And I ask…“Was that God?  Was the igniting power that makes you love someone you have never met. Instantly.  A God touch?”  Possibly….

Still, as we walk, we see.  Life, not death.  The first signs of spring.  Geese, mom and dad, swimming with their seven little children.

Together, the geese lead.  One giving direction.  The other simply following…

Like me, on this reluctant, resurrection walk into creation.  Trying to see Jesus in the clouds of the morning.  In the hope of a new day, rising beyond the difficulties.

Trail starts bending.  Like the windy, unpredictable days of old.  Right.  Left.  Leading.  Nowhere it seems.  Through bushes.  And muddy waters.

Then, a bridge takes us.  Over the murky difficulties.  And isn’t it funny, how, just when you think you are lost, most ready to give up….a bridge waits to take you over it all. 

And I find hope in the earth’s fellow cry….calling out for it’s Creator.  This trail leading in a circle.  Back to where it came from.

That infant state.  Just resting in the arms of God.  Being nothing, but everything….because we are loved.

Just then, the trail opens up.  To whale parched, seal swimming waters splashing beyond us.  The depths crying out to be awakened.

And I see the fingerprints of God, high and lifted up.  In the white peaked mountains stretched out before us.  The grace covered white, reminding us, that grace is never far.  He is above what we can see.  His love wraps around
me…like the mountains peaking in the distance.

Still, I see God, in the feathered ones resting in their safely built homes.  Remembering, how God promises to take care of us.  Oh that, “more precious than a sparrow” promise.  The greatest of God that came down from the heavens to save us.

And reality hits me of how, I have gotten it wrong.  How I long to be there, with Him.  But how, humbly, He chose instead, to come down to be with us. Near us. In us….

And I see His footprint.  In the shores, splashing.  In the skies reaching.  In the trails bending back to meet us, just where we started.

But, most of all. I see Him, in the husband He created.  The one, reflecting God.  Ever patient.  Compassionate.  Calling us to stand.  Opening our eyes, to see Him in a world He created for us.

And I see a bench.  Right before we get back to our car.  I want to stop.  And rest. I want to just take it all in.  This God coming down to meet us.  This God bringing all of heaven down to us….to remind us that we are not alone.

But, then, I remember.  We have somewhere to go.  And instead of stopping.  We must…yes, we must press on, we must not give up.  We absolutely must, keep going.  

Our day isn’t done yet.

Yes, I will keep believing. He is here. Underneath it all.  Waiting for His full descending.  Waiting to bring us….

Where time stops.  Lives only bow in His presence.  Singing, “Holy. Holy. Holy.”  

The earth.  And all that is in it.  Rejoicing in….The Creator of it all.

And it is then….I will be home.

Stopping.  Sitting.  Resting in His presence.  Earth and heaven merging.  Wrapped like an infant…once and for all…..

In the fullness of His love.

(Linking with Emily @ Imperfect Prose, Proverbs 31)