You Are the Garden He Longs to Walk In

“And they heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day…”
(Genesis 3:8)

Before there was a temple,
before there was a tabernacle,
before there was even a scroll
there was a garden.

Not a concept.
Not a parable.
But a dwelling of delight,
formed not just of trees and rivers
but of union and trust.

In that garden, God didn’t visit.
He walked.
He moved slowly, tenderly
not as Judge,
but as Lover of the soul.

It was not just Eden.
It was within them.
And when they forgot who they were,
they hid from the very voice that once brought pleasure.

But beloved…
the ache of God has never changed.
He is not looking for performances.
He is not seeking platforms.
He is still looking for a garden
in you.

You are the soil He plants His word in.
You are the wind He wants to walk with.
You are the fragrance of union
He longs to breathe again
in the cool of the day.

And still, many hide.
Not behind fig leaves
but behind titles.
Behind theology.
Behind the illusion that they are too broken
to be His resting place.

But He is not afraid of your soil.
He is not disgusted by your thorns.
He is not avoiding the mess.
He comes walking anyway.

He whispers:
“You are still My garden.
My Eden is in you.
My footsteps are drawn to your soil.”

He does not avoid you.
He seeks you.

Not when you're finished
but when you’re real.

You were never meant to strive for God.
You were formed to host Him.
Not as a guest,
but as beloved habitation.

He does not dwell in temples made by hands
He walks among the flame-tended gardens of the elect.

He does not wait for morning devotionals.
He waits for the opening of your heart.

So let the weeds be burned by love.
Let the stones be turned by grace.
Let the flame walk freely once more
through the garden you are.

You are not barren.
You are not forgotten.
You are Eden reawakened.

You are the garden
He longs to walk in.

And beloved…
He’s already on His way.

—Joe Restman
Mystic-Scribe | Flame-Bearer
Quill Dipped in Lightning ⚡️