Genesis 1:10 And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas: and God saw that it was good.

All that God created was good, right and perfect. Then God saw what was not good, that man should be alone. Adam was at this point good, right and perfect. Then he lost a rib.

Genesis 3:6 And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.

Good, pleasant, wise are all positive aspects. The woman saw that. She saw that for herself. What she saw was good, right and perfect, but it wasn’t everything that could be seen. Where in scripture does Eve or Adam for that matter seek understanding from God?

There are so many things that seem right in my eyes, but I do not see everything.

Proverbs 14:12 There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.

We grow, we learn, we gain wisdom, we are a new creation, born again in righteousness by faith. We see things through new eyes, we have ears to hear, and our understanding is Selah. Yet like Adam who was good, right and perfect we often times fail to ask God, “Is there anything I am missing here?”

Everything I see isn’t everything there is.

Song of Solomon 2:4-5 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

Have you ever eaten too much of a food you love? As much as I love fried clams I overdo it when the rare opportunity comes my way. I eat myself sick. That doesn’t stop me from loving fried clams.

These verses are my feeble attempt at trying to explain what is happening to me this week. I am at the end of my devotionals about my Emmaus Walk 1807. I have no more side notes. I have nothing else the Lord impressed upon me about that experience. It has been a good week but it is time to move on. As much as I would love to maintain this high, I cannot.

We express ourselves as being full of His love, but in truth most of us are not. His love is not ours to keep and cherish within ourselves. It is meant to be shared, just as I have shared my experience. Every experience has its limits, just like my love of clams. After too much consumption you just cannot take it anymore.

Luke 24:28 And they drew nigh unto the village, whither they went: and he made as though he would have gone further.

Hidden here within the Emmaus story line is this connective tissue, Jesus was ready to move on. His love is tireless. I am the Cup, HisCup, I get poured out and need to be refilled. I am not tireless, I get tired. I can be emptied and require refilling. I’ve exhausted this theme and the Lord has moved on.

SoS 2:9-10 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

I am here Lord, where are we going today?