One day years ago I dressed in my new leather mules and favorite jeans and went out to run some errands. I remember stepping out of a little store in town feeling like I was looking real good. Right outside the door, I slid on a few wet leaves and fell down on my hands and knees, tearing my jeans and bruising my ego.
Once on the last swim of a vacation, with not a care in the world, I got caught in a current and almost drown. There were troubling signs in the sea that I ignored. My husband heeded them and got out with our son. I stayed in, wanting more fun, but found terror.
My point isn’t that something bad might happen if I let my guard down, though that may be true. The important thing is that I can be with the God of the Universe at all times. I can hear His voice and feel His majestic presence. With Him I will always have enough attention, enough joy. God always has something good to bring to me to satisfy my desires in the highest way. His way, by His hand. No pair of mules or deflated raft can take me where He wants to lead me. God’s companionship brings ample peace and joy to both the dark and light times.
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39
Meeting God at the Park 