I am grateful that God kept calling me to the park that day. I believe He was inviting me to a life-changing experience. He knows exactly what I need and delight in, and exactly how to best provide it. In fact, He is the one who put those needs and desires in me and they all lead back to Him when I follow them in faith.
What if I had brushed off the promptings or ignored the instruction to remove my earbuds or decided not to go back when it rained the second day? Would He have tried again? I think so, in some way. But what God has for me is good and I always want to be prepared to receive it!
God lets me make my own choices. Like the father of the prodigal son, He lets me go when I insist on going, and eagerly meets me when I come back. Why? He loves me and desires to draw me close to Him. Jesus is the way to that precious abundant life and every time I have returned to Him from some cold, empty place, His hand grabs mine before I can even look up into His eyes and search for a way to ask how to come back. There will be a day that I never have to fear leaving His presence again. That hand, always in mine. Those eyes forever loving mine.
I love those who love me, and those who seek me diligently, find me. Proverbs 8:17
Meeting God at the Park 