My heart has heard you say, “Come and talk with Me.”
And my heart responds, “LORD, I am coming.”
The rose bush growing by the walkway to my front door has always delighted me.
I don’t believe it has ever had more than eight roses at once.
Most of the time, it has only one or two crimson red blooms.
As I come home from work or leave the house in the morning, often I am greeted with a new bloom.
When I notice a new rose, I am always pleased inside.
The part of me that reaches out to grasp the newness of the moment, night or day, responds to the blessing of the beautiful sight and smell sent to me on a thorny stalk of green.
It’s as though the roses say, “Come and see me.”
When I awaken in the morning, when I am falling asleep at night and at any moment throughout the time in between, God’s voice may bloom in front of me, saying, “Come and talk with Me.”
I want my heart to always respond, “LORD, I am coming,” reaching out to grasp the newness of that moment with God, night or day.
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