Walks in the Garden

Awakened from a short night's sleep by a massive branch falling from an ancient live oak, with work boots and leather gloves on, the chainsaw's roar pierced the silence of the still sleeping world. Amidst the raucous rattle, I found a certain peace in my soul. All the noise that once seemed so important faded into the background of the task at hand. As the chainsaw paused, I found myself in a moment reminiscent of Genesis, hearing the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day. Time seemed to stand still as I walked and talked with God, realizing that all my worries were insignificant in the light of eternity. It took a mighty branch crashing down to turn my eyes back to Jesus.