Let the glory of the Lord endure forever; Let the Lord be glad in His works;
Walking through the garden I stepped on seeds that had fallen from spent marigolds. I leaned down and picked up one of them and held it in my hand. It looked like a little exclamation mark nestled in my palm.
“You’re like that little seed,” God said.
“You are inside of your body, just like the flowers are inside of the seed casings. The flowers are not the seeds and you are not your body,” God explained.
A ripe pear fell from the tree, startling me. It rolled and came to rest next to dozens of pears rotting on the ground. “Why do you want me to know the distinction between me and my body?” I asked.
“Your body will one day wither, like the fruit on the ground. But you won’t be inside of it anymore. You are the soul that resides inside of your body, the soul I’ve known since the dawn of time. You are the child I dreamed of before I created the heavens and the earth, before I parted the night from the day. You are my precious Sparrow whom I love dearly,” God said softly.
My knees trembled, hearing His words. I sat down on the wooden bench. “God, it is almost too much to take in, the thought that you love me as you do,” I said.
“I love all of my children as much as I love you,” God said gently.
“I’ll remind them,” I said, and leaned down and picked up the pear that had fallen. I brushed it off on my shirt and took a bite out of it. It tasted of God’s goodness and glory—His sweet and tender love for us all.