Wilson Adams: Sunday Sunrise

"I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses…" I don't know why I sit here thinking of a song we wore out in my growing up years, but I am. It speaks of morning calm and quiet -the kind of soul-soothing calm and quiet needed to start a First Day. "And the voice I hear, falling on my ear; the Son of God discloses…" I think about all He disclosed -about Himself: His love, His grace, His compassion. He was God come down to walk this trail of tears; this path of sorrow. He knows what it's like? Yes, He knows what it's like. "And He walks with me, and He talks with me…" Me? Yes, me. He loves… me. He understands… me. He cares for… me. He seeks… me. He longs for a relationship with… me. Through the eyes of four: Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, we get to journey with Him. And through the stories they share, we see ourselves. "And the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known." My relationship with Him is… my relationship with Him. As I am one-of-a-kind unique, so is my story -and no one knows it like He does. My story doesn't frighten Him away, but draws Him near. He has a message for my mess: "You are deeply loved." You mean Jesus to God. Think about that as you awaken alive on this glorious First Day. Then close your eyes and go for a walk… with Him.