In the cool of the evening,
Be My delight.
Walk with Me. Talk with Me.
Choose Me tonight.
I am yearning and aching
To meet with you.
Lean on Me,
And I will see you through.
My presence is the freshest dew.
It washes clean
And restores your view.
Wait upon Me.
Your time won’t be wasted.
Your strength is renewed.
My goodness tasted.
Is there anything to Me
That can compare?
Lay down your distractions.
Lay down your despair.
Do you think I’m a God
Who doesn’t care?
I am the One
Who numbers your hair.
When I come to meet you,
Will you be there?
Or will I sit waiting
By an empty chair?
Why do you hold your burdens so tight?
I’m right here to take them.
This isn’t your fight.
I died in order to make things right.
So come with your hangups,
Your worries. Your fears.
Come with your hurts
From years upon years.
Come with your baggage.
I’ll help you unload.
You won’t be sorry you took
The unhurried road.
In lingering, you will enter My rest.
At My feet you will find
The portion that’s best.
In tender whispers
You’ll hear My call.
Off laden shoulders,
Your worries shall fall.
In quiet trust
Will your strength come.
My power flows
When we are one.
Be still in My presence
And know I am God.
I’ll lead to green pastures
And make your path broad.
You will find…
The more that you sit,
For walking and running
You shall become fit.
It doesn’t make sense
In the natural mind,
That to sit and be still
Equips you to fly.
And waiting upon Me,
Prepares to soar high.
But My ways are not
Of the earthly sort.
My thoughts are much higher
When yours fall short.
So sit down beside Me
And take a long drink.
Into My depths
Let your spirit sink.
My water is refreshing,
So bubbly, so new,
That it wells up inside you
And starts to spew.
The dry places inside you
Will become puddles of grace.
When you slow down in My presence
From life’s busy race.
Lift up your eyes
And look all around,
As My rivers bubble out of you
To water hard ground.
What once was barren
Will spring into bloom,
If for tarrying with Me
And rest
You’ll make room.
My river keeps flowing.
You won’t thirst again.
This all comes from lingering,
So let us begin.
-A love letter from Jesus
From an experience written in the blog post Waiting For the Dew Point
-Scribed by Deborah Valentine
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