Back at Gordon?
While I was walking to Chester’s this morning (the on-campus coffee shop), and noticing the overcast skies that diffused the light gorgeously over the freshly dew washed flowers and still wet grass the words to my mom’s favorite hymn came flooding into my head and all I could hear was “I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses and the voice I hear falling on my ears is the sound of God disclosing. He speaks and the sound of His voice is so sweet that the birds they hush their singing. And the melody that He sings to me within my heart is still ringing. And He walks with me and He talks with me and He tells me that I am His own and the joy we share and we tarry there, none other has ever known. NONE other has ever known.”
Now sitting in Chester’s, being back in such a familiar place and knowing that it’s God’s will that I come back is such an awesome feeling. For too long I have been moping about not knowing what His will was, or kicking myself for not trying harder to get back at Gordon when I truly feel as though He was really saying, “be still and know that I am God. You left so that you could find Me again, so find Me, Stephen.” When normally we are the ones to cry out to God, I feel it again now, He cries out just as much to us screaming at the top of His lungs, “COME FIND ME AND YOU WILL FIND HEALING.” I know that this is where I’m supposed to be. I know it. I know it. I cannot say enough how well I know it.
