My heart, now that the cool of the day has come, take a moment to listen to God's voice. He is always ready to speak when you're prepared to hear. If there is any delay in communion, it’s on your part, not His, for He stands at the door and knocks, eager to enter if we open. But what state is my heart in, which is my Lord's garden?

Can I hope it's well-tended, watered, and bearing fruit for Him? If not, He may have much to correct, but I still ask Him to come, for nothing restores my heart like the presence of the Sun of Righteousness, bringing healing in His wings. Come, Lord, my soul invites and waits for You eagerly. Jesus, my beloved, come and plant new flowers in my garden, like those in Your perfect character!

Come, Father, the Gardener, and deal with me in Your tenderness and wisdom. Come, Holy Spirit, and refresh my whole being, like the evening dew revitalizes the herbs. O that God would speak to me. Speak, Lord, for Your servant is listening!

O that He’d walk with me; I'm ready to give up my whole heart and mind to Him, with other thoughts quieted. I'm asking only what He loves to give. I'm certain He will fellowship with me, for He has given me His Holy Spirit to dwell with me forever. How sweet the cool twilight is, with each star like heaven’s eye, and the gentle breeze as the breath of heavenly love. My Father, my Brother, my Comforter, speak now in lovingkindness, for my ear is open and my heart welcomes You.