Monday, August 20, 2012

In the Garden

In the early morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house, and went away to a secluded place, and was praying there. Mark 1:35

There is an old hymn that I dearly love and it speaks directly to my heart.  It talks about spending time with Jesus and listening to what He has to say directly to me. 

In the Garden
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

I'd stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.
C. Austin Miles

I am striving to start each day by spending time in God's Word, time in prayer, and then sitting quietly and listening to the still small voice of God.  Do I succeed each day?  I would like to say I do but the correct answer is not always.  I have found that when I do start my day with God things seem to fall in place easily and there is less strife through out my day.

By day the Lord directs his love,
at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life. 
Psalm 42:8

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