Extract from
Whispers in the
Garden
Meet Me in the Garden
My Lord, you feed me on the finished work of the cross.
You are My Rock; you hide me in the cleft of your side.
My child,
You come quite easily to the foot of the cross, and yet you rarely meet Me in the garden. I want you to know Me, resurrected! Yes! You can feel the scars on My hands, put your hand in My side, but can you imagine standing in the garden, . . . . . . . . suddenly you hear Me call your name! Listen for My voice, for it is the voice of life; it is the sound of many waters, many living waters that rise up to bring glory to My Father, to your Father! And in the sound of many waters is a song of joy and a song of love. It rises on the fountain of My heart overflowing in the throne-room of heaven before falling back to the ears of My chosen, those still abiding in the earthly realm.
Open your ears, child, and listen for this song. You will hear it on the wind . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..