Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
What would it sound like to hear God’s presence?
Would it be the whirlwind mentioned by Job, the rushing wind of Pentecost, the whisper Moses detected?
Genesis 3:8 tells us that Adam and Eve heard God walking in the garden and hid themselves from His presence. As if they could.
Were they that naïve?
Or that guilty?
What had it been like before they did exactly what He said not to?
They had one job.
“Eat from any tree you like,” God had said, “except one.”
What had it been like when they were obedient and He came to their habitat, walking in the cool of the day, brushing against the trees, breathing out the incomparable breath the filled their very lungs with life?
How do we hide ourselves from the presence of Creator God who sees through stone, years, and pretense? He who sees the prisoner bound by bars of steel and the captive bound by ropes of remorse.
In His incomprehensible love, He took care of Adam and Eve’s guilt and disobedience, covered their nakedness with the hides of innocent animals, and sent them away from the beautiful garden. But even today we benefit from His payment plan through Christ.
However, I want to look at the God-walking part. Different versions of the Bible use different wording for Genesis 3:8, though the essence is the same.
I get the impression that God strolled through His marvelous creation to simply enjoy it. Maybe He did this every evening—we don’t know because scripture doesn’t say.
Maybe He often looked for Adam to just “hang out,” but we don’t know that either.
What we do know, is that something happens in the cool of the day. Something intentional that draws us out of our busy-ness to experience peace.
Why didn’t God come looking for Adam at high noon? Is there something special about those few moments when day slips into night and the earth seems to exhale in preparation for rest?
I believe there is. I believe it can be a time of deep communion with our Maker, in spite of the fact that it is the second most hectic time of our modern day-to-day lives.
The six o’clock news (usually bad).
Have we fallen into these societal traps and missed an important time of meeting with our Maker during a time when He longs to restore our souls?
Some people walk their dogs in the evenings, go for bike rides, or sit on the patio and enjoy the sunset. It depends on where we live, the time of year, and family responsibilities.
I included a “cool-of-the-day” moment in one of my books, “The Columbine Bride.” It is available free only to my newsletter subscribers.
But the cool of the day is available free to each of us who choose to experience it. I hope you’ll try it – take a few moments in the evenings, set aside the demands and frustrations of your day, and breathe in the presence of the Lord.
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Dusk dropped down with a sigh, and shadows tucked themselves beneath rocks and roots as Lucy surveyed the small meadow. Crickets took up their chorus, doves joined with their melancholy song, and Mr. Wellington’s words rolled over the grass. The Lord surely had taken care of her and the children through the long winter. And it had taken most of those months to loosen her grip on resentment.
God had not chosen to keep William alive—a fact with which Lucy was weary of wrestling. Death was not an uncommon visitor in this rugged land, but she’d not expected its sudden and brutal call at her home. Hugging her waist, she closed her eyes and let the evening breeze tug loosened hair and familiar words across her shoulders. Thou wilt shew me the path of life. William had often repeated those words in their evening prayers, and for nine long months she had clung to them in his absence. Had he uttered them with his last breath—perhaps not for himself, but for her and the children? Was it his dying prayer she felt cooling her cheek?
Her job was to live, and to do so, she must accept that God knew what He was doing. She did not have to like it or agree with it. She just had to trust His love. If her children learned nothing else from her, they must learn that.
“Oh Lord, I am willing, but I need Your help.” The breeze freshened and she turned at the familiar caress. William had often touched her just as gently, and habit pulled her heart into her throat. She clenched her jaw. Too easily she could melt into a pool of self-pity. But such indulgence drained her strength and left her weak, and she dare not risk weakness if she and the children were to survive. ~The Columbine Bride
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2 thoughts on “Cool of the Day”
I loved reading this devotional post! I’ve already read it twice since I opened it. Thank you so much for writing this because it touched my heart. I’m going to spend time this evening with the Lord in the cool of the day! I too have wondered what it would have felt like in the Garden of Eden and hear his presence coming to me.
What a picture, Sharon – to “hear his presence coming to me.” I hope it’s wonderfully peaceful for you.