So the LORD God called out to the man and said to him, “Where are you?”(Genesis 3:9 HCSB)The cool of the day, when the breeze steals over the fevered landscape, is an appropriate time for man to hold fellowship with God. We need to have His hand laid on our throbbing temples, stilling, tranquillizing, shedding His serenity throughout our being.
What the breath of evening is in summer, fellowship with God will be for thee, my soul; see that thou art not so absorbed with thy sins, thy love, or thy business, as to miss the tryst, when the sun is westering.
God misses His child. – That hour of fellowship was much to Adam, and it was more to God. Love, God’s love, craves for fellowship.
As the musician for his lute, as the hart for the brook, as the mother for the twining arms and babbling talk of her child – so does God long for the free outpourings of His child’s heart in prayer; misses them when withheld; is jealous when they are fitful and intermittent.
God seeks His child. – He did not wait till Adam found his way back to His side. But He hastened in search of him. So through the glades He comes to seek thee, O truant one! Where art thou, that for these many days thou hast withheld thyself from the hour of prayer? Wilt thou not say with the psalmist, “You have said, “Seek my face.” My heart says to you, “Your face, LORD, do I seek.”(Psalm 27:8 ESV)”
God mourns over His child. – These words, in one version, are rendered, Alas, for thee: as though the heart of God were wrung with sorrow for our loss, as well as His. But He does not content Himself with regret. By the pang of travail, by the prick of thorns, by the necessity of labour, by sacrifice and gifts of covering for our nakedness, He brings us back to Himself.–F.B. Meyer