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Return to the Garden

“My beloved responded and said to me, ‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come away.’”
—Song of Songs 2:10 (AMP)

You were not made for the wilderness of striving or the bitterness of regret.

You were not formed to dwell among thorns, away from the voice that once called you by name.

You were made for the garden—a place of intimacy, communion, and holy delight.

And the Lord is calling you once more: Return to the garden.

He has not moved. He has not forgotten.

Your Beloved still walks in the cool of the day, waiting for you to meet Him among the lilies.

But your heart, weighed down by shame or dulled by distraction, lingers outside the gate.

Still, His voice breaks through: “Return to Me, for I have redeemed you.” (Isaiah 44:22, AMP)

The garden is not a place; it is a Person.

It is where your heart is fully alive in the presence of El Shaddai, the Almighty God.

It is where He speaks, and your soul awakens.

Where His Word is not just read but received like kisses on the lips of your spirit.

It is where your tears are caught and your laughter is holy.

Have you forgotten what it feels like to be near Him?

To walk without fear? To sing without shame?

To let Him call you “Mine”—not because you are worthy, but because He is merciful?

The Gardener Still Waits

“I went down to the orchard of nut trees to see the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vine had budded or the pomegranates had bloomed.”
—Song of Songs 6:11 (NASB)

He is the Gardener of your soul.

And though the soil may feel dry and the branches bare, He still walks among the rows of your life looking for fruit.

He prunes, not to punish, but to prepare.

He digs, not to destroy, but to plant something beautiful again.

You have wandered in deserts long enough.

You have fed on crumbs and called them enough.

But now, return to the garden.

Return to the place of His delight in you.

Return to the One whose love is stronger than death, whose jealousy is unyielding as Sheol. (Song of Songs 8:6)

He Has Never Stopped Loving You

You may feel like you’ve gone too far.

But listen: you cannot outpace the love of Yeshua.

His love has followed you through every shadow, through every night you cried yourself to sleep.

He remembers the days you sang to Him when no one else saw.

He remembers the vows you made in your youth.

He does not forget.

He says to you, “I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have drawn you with lovingkindness.” (Jeremiah 31:3, NASB)

This is your invitation.

To lay aside the shame and the striving.

To stop pretending and start abiding.

To leave the camp and come to the garden.

Where He waits with eyes full of fire and arms open wide.

Return, Beloved

The winds are shifting. The fig tree is blooming.

He stands behind your wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice. (Song of Songs 2:9)

He is not a memory. He is not a myth.

He is alive, and He is calling you to come away with Him.

Return to the garden.

Return to love that never lets go.

Return to the only One who has ever truly known you, and yet still calls you beautiful.

Come back not just for comfort, but for communion.

Not for safety, but for surrender.

He is not angry—He is eager.

He is not condemning—He is crying out.

The thorns that pierced His brow have opened the gate again.

Now is the time. This is the hour.

Return to the garden.

Prayer

O my Beloved,

I have wandered far, yet You have never turned Your face from me.

You have stood in the garden of my soul, whispering my name while I ran from Your gaze.

But today, I return. Not to earn, not to strive—but to rest in Your love.

Let me hear Your voice again. Let me feel the nearness of Your Spirit.

Remove every vine of fear and shame.

Plant again the seeds of joy and wonder in me.

I am Yours, fully and forever.

Lead me back to the garden.

Amen.

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The Love of the Father

I was taken up in the Spirit, and a vision of heaven unfolded before my eyes. The radiance of God’s throne filled the expanse with a brilliance that no earthly words can fully describe. As I stood before the Almighty, a voice like the sound of many waters spoke, revealing mysteries beyond time and space.

“Before the foundation of the world, I knew you,” said the voice, echoing through the heavens. I saw a vast tapestry, intricately woven by the hand of God the Father, displaying the story of creation and beyond. Each thread represented a soul, and among them, I saw my own. The colors of the tapestry were vivid and alive, shimmering with the breath of God Himself.

The voice continued, “Every thought, every choice, every sin—I knew them all. Yet my love for you never wavered.” The words resonated within me, and I felt the weight of my own sins pressing upon my heart. I saw a chasm, dark and deep, separating humanity from the holiness of God. The air was thick with the sorrow of separation, a tangible sense of loss and yearning.

Then, the scene shifted, and I beheld the cross. It stood tall and rugged, stained with the blood of the Lamb. I felt the ground tremble as the sky darkened, and a cry pierced through the heavens, “It is finished!” I saw Jesus, battered and bruised, His love poured out in every drop of blood. The fragrance of sacrifice filled the air, mingling with the scent of myrrh and aloes.

As I gazed upon the cross, I felt the weight of sin lift from me, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace and love. The voice spoke again, softer now, “Through My Son, you are reconciled. Come, know Me, and walk in relationship with Me.” The air was filled with a melody, a symphony of angels singing praises to the Lamb who was slain.

In that moment, I looked to the heavens and saw the morning stars singing together, their light dancing in harmonious praise. As it is written, “When the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy” (Job 38:7 AMP). Their voices, like a celestial choir, intertwined with the angelic hymn, creating a sound so beautiful that it filled my soul with awe.

I felt His presence surround me, a warmth that penetrated my soul. “In Him you live and move and have your being,” the voice declared. I knew then that my every breath, every heartbeat, was sustained by His grace. The vision continued, and I saw tears, countless and glistening, each one collected by God’s gentle hands. “Your tears are precious to Me,” He said, “I have kept them in My bottle and recorded them in My book.”

My heart swelled with gratitude, and I joined the heavenly chorus, my voice lifted in praise. The sound was joined by the Song of Moses and of the Lamb, a timeless hymn of deliverance and victory. “Great and wonderful are Your works, O Lord God, the Almighty; Righteous and true are Your ways, O King of the nations!” (Revelation 15:3 AMP). This song echoed through the ages, proclaiming the majesty and righteousness of our God.

“To Him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and dominion forever and ever!” The sound of worship was like a mighty river, flowing through the expanse of heaven, touching every corner of creation.

In that moment, I knew that this song would never end. Forever, we will sing His praise, for He is worthy. The vision faded, but the truth remained etched in my heart. God’s love, unfathomable and eternal, knew me before time began, and will hold me forever.

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