Running to the garden

Wrestling with all kinds of questions this week; none of them fun or pleasant.

And while I wrestle with the flesh, I know in the back of my mind that I have to get back to the lessons that I’ve been in the process of learning over the past seven months. Chiefly this…no matter the circumstances, the feelings, the thoughts…if I can just get with Jesus, I can rest in his peace and protection.

But the noise of my personal feelings and the noise of living and operating in a fallen world, and the chaos of sin works so hard to lock me out of the presence of Jesus. But he is faithful when we cry out to him. So last night as I asked him how I was supposed to get to that safe place with him, these lyrics came to my mind.

I am a garden enclosed
A locked garden
Here where it is you and me alone
You hedge me in
I am your resting place
Christ in me – the hope of glory
So come into your garden

So back to the entry from Jan. 29 and I feel better this morning. Not that the problems are better or have disappeared, but I have found security in the locked garden.

Here’s the link to hear the song quoted above.