Darell B. Dyal
Since it’s right to wonder about authors you consider reading, let me reach back into nine decades and tell you my most precious truth. Actually I don’t have to go that far, for it was only yesterday as I was spending time before my Lord, that He reminded me of something we’d shared fifty-eight years before. I was still a student at the university, and I heard an old man’s testimony. He said the single most important contributor to his spiritual life was the walk he took with the Lord every morning. That sounded right to me, and I began to do it too. I’d climb out of bed at 5:00 and walk the sidewalks around the school. But when I got out there it was like I was the only one on the walk. I was so sleepy I would almost fall asleep as I bounced from edge to edge on the sidewalk. And then it got cold. Well, it wasn’t too long before I began slapping the snooze alarm, and finally, I just stopped. Ashamed, I told no one of my failure.
A week later I was late to a Wednesday night prayer meeting due to soccer practice. I slipped in the side door and sat down. I’d hardly settled in when a prophecy rang out, “Where have you been My son? I have missed those morning walks with you.” Can you imagine? The Creator of the Universe spoke directly to me. He didn’t scold or chide. He just spoke truth: I have missed those morning walks with you. Oh my. Such is the love of God for those whose hearts long for Him as His for them.
The joy of my life is to know, love, and serve such a great God.
