Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day …
In the beginning He spoke and there was a garden. Presence, the Moment, the Door (Eden) it was called. An ideal environment, a source for living… Then He spoke to himself and we were there. Our Garden of Eden for living is His presence. We come from this Source, we are dependent on Him and we will return to Him.
My Father is the gardner. (This picture was taken at the Botanical Gardens in Leuven.) Those shoes have walked many a field and garden.
As the man and his rib-woman walked with the Father in the garden at the cool of the day, I too want to walk with Him, listen to that precious voice, tend with Him, create with Him so that the garden of my soul and the garden where I’m planted, may flourish and yield in and out of season.