The woman…saw that the tree was beautiful and its fruit looked delicious, and she wanted the wisdom it would give her. So she took some of the fruit and ate it. Then she gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it, too. At that moment their eyes were opened, and they suddenly felt shame at their nakedness. So they sewed fig leaves together to cover themselves.
When the cool evening breezes were blowing, the man and his wife heard the Lord God walking about in the garden. So they hid from the Lord God among the trees. Then the Lord God called to the man, “Where are you?”
~ Genesis 3:6-9
Where am I. That question has come to my mind several times in the past two years. The wandering about in sorrow and loss and wondering what is real and what isn’t. Who God is and Who He isn’t. I always came to some sort of answer – they weren’t always the “right” ones. In fact, some of my answers were so against the mainstream things I’d always been taught they were only secretly breathed to some of my dearest friends.
But I learned that while I was searching for God and His answers and His hand and His comfort and His peace and His love….He was already searching for me. When I turned to Him, He was already looking at me. Lovingly, eagerly.
God is searching for our hearts. He wants a relationship with us. He doesn’t give up on us. His love never fails. His searching never fails.
Your God looks for you when you’re feeling lost, and your God calls for you when you feel cast aside. He doesn’t run down the rebel. He doesn’t strike out the sinner. He doesn’t flog the failure…
And that moment when you heart turns to His heart – already turned to you?
The Fall turns into a falling into His everlasting arms.