Waiting in the Garden

Our ideal place was once in a garden

A beautiful and perfect place

And then there was another garden

One that was cloaked in sorrow 

A place of waiting and contending

The most beautiful and sorrowful place to wait is the garden

When the journey is ahead, and you aren’t sure of the way

To wait when your feet are itching to go

Because any sort of action feels easier than waiting

We run to the hills to map out all the twists and turns

To prepare ourselves for every trap and snare

Running ahead and taking any illusion of control

Or we run away to any distraction or entertainment to occupy us

We take our inheritance and run to a neighboring country

And forget the unknown ahead

But the most beautiful place to wait is in the garden

In God’s presence, pouring out your concerns

Inviting His will be done

I’m the presence of Christ who intercedes with you in the waiting.