Ah Lord God forgive us. You gave us all we could ever need in Your creation, and yet we wanted more. Not enough to be created in Your image, to know You and walk with You; we wanted to BE You. "You will be like God" Satan had said. A lie: we WERE like You but traded that instead to be like him-- children of rebellion rather than children of God.
You sent Your Son to re-open that door, but we hardened our hearts against You. We crucified Your Son-- and in so doing fulfilled Your plan. You raised Him from the dead and opened the door. Where once there was only death, now there is Life.
I sit in a park surrounded by trees-- huge, beautiful trees three times my age, splendid, magnificent trees-- a glimpse of the garden You made for us, and made us for. It's stately-- it speaks of You and inspires quiet awe. The longer I linger the more I see, the more I hear. Your presence is unmistakable. Oh why were we not satisfied!?
