In the heart of a timeless, serene garden, where soft rays of sunlight filter through ancient trees and the air is perfumed with the sweet scent of blossoms, I stand as a child—small and filled with wonder. The gentle hum of nature’s melody surrounds me, yet all my attention is drawn to Him, the Lord, who towers above me and yet feels so close. His presence is like a cocoon of love, wrapping me in safety, peace, and belonging.
He kneels before me, His flowing robe shimmering with hues of gold and white, like liquid light cascading around Him. His face radiates tender kindness, His eyes deep as the ocean yet soft as the dawn’s first light, filled with infinite compassion. Those eyes meet mine, and in that moment, I feel wholly seen, cherished, and known.
With a gentle smile, He reaches out and brushes my cheek with the back of His hand. His touch is as soft as a whispering breeze, and His voice, rich and melodious, fills the air around us like a quiet song. “My precious child,” He says, His words carrying a weight of love so deep it anchors me to the moment, “the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and the knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.”
His words flow into me, warm and alive, as if they carry the essence of eternity itself. Each syllable feels like golden threads weaving truth and love into the fabric of my heart. I cling to every word, my wide eyes fixed on His, the world around us fading into the background. The rustling leaves and distant birdsong only accentuate the sacred stillness of this encounter.
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“For by Me,” He continues, His gaze unwavering and tender, “your days will be multiplied, and years of life will be added to you.” His voice is soft yet strong, carrying the promise of joy and purpose.
A smile spreads across my face, mirroring His, as an indescribable lightness fills me. I feel as though His promises lift me from the ground, wrapping me in a joy that is both new and wonderfully familiar. His hands gently rest on my shoulders, steady and reassuring, pouring strength and love into my being.
The Lord rises, and I stand with Him, my small hand resting in His. Together, we walk through the beauty of creation, the path ahead glowing softly, not just from the sunlight but from the enduring light of His words, now etched upon my heart. His presence beside me is as intimate as a whispered secret, a connection that bridges the vastness of heaven and earth.
In that moment, I know with unshakable certainty: this is not a distant King, but my Father—the One who created me, who delights in me, who longs for me to walk in the wisdom and life He has prepared. His words become a song in my soul, a truth I will carry forever, a reminder that I am deeply loved and held by His unending grace.
Based on Proverbs 9:10-11