While Jesus was here on earth, He took time to get away from the towns and crowds to spend hours in prayer with God. Yes, Jesus—the “son” part of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. If Jesus needed quality time with God, then all of my walks with God are more than justified. I don’t know how I lived over fifty years without them.
It’s true, I do need to have time alone with God, it has changed me and my life. But I also think God wants time alone with me. I’m under the impression that God looks forward to our walks. I think He takes pleasure in listening to my words of joy and gratitude. I know He loves to comfort me when I come with sadness and confusion. I believe He is eager to tell me about Himself and delights in showing me His creation. I even think He got a charge out of seeing me jump that afternoon in the woods when a big red corn snake plopped down next to my foot.
From the tiniest flower to a dramatic expanse of clouds, God displays His love and grace and mercy to me. I pour out my concerns and by the end of our walk He heals me. I sit on a bench at the pond and He sits before me in all that He is and all that He’s made. God is ready to spend my life with me. All I need to do is join Him.
And rising early in the morning while it was still dark, he departed and went out to a desolate place, and there he prayed. Mark 1:35
Meeting God at the Park 