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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Telephone (07/17/08)

TITLE: I talk with Abba Father
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07/24/08


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Today, I walk in the garden, in the calm of dawn, when the dew is still on the leaves, to get reprieve from the hustle and bustle of busyness where the telephone rings non-stop. I mingle among the mist-shrouded foliage, admiring the splendor of colors. The color of green leaves stands out, offering a refreshing that my soul deeply craves. It brings out the vigor in me as I inhale deeply the cool air, filling my lungs, and then awakening my senses. My mind drifts to the Garden of Eden where it begins. Once again, in the serenity of nature, I sense God’s presence. Good morning, Abba Father. I marvel at the expanse of green surroundings, equating Your generosity, reminiscence of the bountiful blessings I receive again, and again.

I notice the purple flowers, starting to open, awaiting the morning sun to reveal its full glory. Trumpets-shaped, they stand upright, ready to herald the arrival of a new day. Enlightenment fills me. Abba Father, you make them purple, to remind me of Your majesty, thank you Lord! A quickening as deep calls to deep, my spirit blends with His, rising to a new level of spirituality as the nourishing begins. Together, we continue the walk in the garden, my Father and I.

Then, the red roses, blooming with pride amidst thorny, green foliage attract my attention. Roses are my favorite! I love their beauty and fragrance. I take a deep breath…ooh…so stimulating! I’m revitalized. Red symbolizes passion. Yes, my Father, these red roses remind me of Your passionate love. I reach for a rose. Ouch! I prick my finger. A bead of crimson appears. Yes, Father, you’re right. Life is like the rose bush, I can’t have roses without thorns. The thorns keep me alert, to watch and pray, knowing Your love covers every difficult moment. As I swathe away the blood, I hear the birds chirping, “Covenant, covenant.” Father, do you hear them? I agree. They’re reminding me of Your covenant. I’m forever grateful. As I stroll along, the birds’ singing, “Halle…lujah, halle…lujah,” articulates my heartfelt praises to God Almighty.

I stop to look at the white gardenias. Their color exalts purity, reassuring my confidence that my sins are forgiven. Nevertheless, Abba Father, I repent of every one of them. Once again, Jesus, I thank you for shedding Your blood for me. It’s Your grace that keeps me safe thus far.

At the edge of the garden, a row of birds of paradise, with their magnificent orange and blue, portrays the Lord’s splendor. While I know not what paradise looks like, Abba Father whispers, as I take another look at the garden, this time against the backdrop of the rising sun in a clear, blue sky, “It’s magnificent, my daughter!” My heart leaps with joy. I talk with Abba Father in the garden.

There’s only one destination we can call without a telephone – heaven! Better still, we can make the call from any place, any time, and yet, not many would make that call. Would you?


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Patty Wysong07/29/08
Such a lovely walk through the garden with you!
Mary Hackett07/30/08
What a peaceful and restful scene, with the Father as your companion.