The Maker stepped down into the lush, verdant garden to enjoy everything that He had lovingly crafted.
His feet touched the ground, and the grass bowed underfoot, thankful to have been blessed with his presence. The ground itself rejoiced, praising Him for the strength to support Him.
As He breathed in, the cool, fresh air sang as rushed to fill His lungs, blessing Him and being blessed in the fullness of its purpose.
Overhead, the sun reached down and lovingly kissed his skin, holding its Maker in a warm embrace.
Alongside, the diamond sparkling stream bubbled playfully as it flowed ahead of Him, gurgling its thanks.
As He walked, the trees bowed in gratitude, and the birds in their branches serenaded Him. The hum of praise of the insects added to nature’s musical worship of the Ground of All Being.
Those in the heavenly realms took their places, watching in awe at the wondrous sight.
And waiting in the distance, longing to meet Him, stood the man and woman, hand in hand.
All was very good, graciously upheld by the Eternal mothering Spirit of God.
And there was evening, and there was morning – the eighth day.
©2017 Matt Arnold www.godofgreenhope.com