Do you remember the old song that says, "I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses, and the voice I hear as I tarry near the Son of God discloses?" It's a beautiful thing to work in or enjoy being in a garden. It's one of the single most healing things on the face of the earth.
I spent time in my garden today. It's pretty empty right now. More empty now. Leaves raked up. Bushes trimmed back. It's mostly wild flowers and herbs all mixed together. It's not a show piece, it is a part of my heart. Created out of a vision and love. There's a little patio in the center. It's not all level. It's made of flagstone. It's beautiful. Because I love it. Each year I add some things. This year I hope to work a little harder in it. I want to build an arbor at the entrance. And a privacy fence. I know that it's not a master garden. But it is where I meet the Master. It is where I can hear His words of comfort. It's where I take my tears. Can't tell you how many times I have gardened with tears streaming down my face. But they are healing tears.
The beauty of how things grow overwhelms me. Every little stalk. Every flower. Every little plant. Amazing.
Today, I needed my garden as much as it needed me. That's a good feeling.
If you are struggling. If you have no energy. If you hurt. If you are sad. If you are celebrating. Plant something. Nurture it. Watch it grow. It does wonders for the soul.
blessings,
rhonda
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