“I have planted. . . but God gave the increase” – I Corin 3:6
I love spring, yardwork, and flower beds! Work I love. . . but can so easily get away from me. The garden starts immaculate, and rows are clean. BUT by the end of summer, a mower is needed to go down the rows. That doesn’t dampen my spirits. . . every year I have a renewed hope. I feel so close to Mom in the garden. . she was the master gardener! I think she found peace there that she didn’t find anywhere else. In the Garden was the lullaby song she sang to my brother. A beautiful place in the cool morning air, sun coming up, and seeing the “fruit” of her labor! Enjoy the chirping birds, and peace for the day!
In The Garden Lyrics
I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me,
Within my heart is ringing.
I’d stay in the garden with Him,
Tho’ the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go, thro’ the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling.