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
(Words and Music by Charles Austin Miles, 1913)
I have sang this hymn many times, but it was never a hymn of worship for me until this morning. A friend commented on my blog that she feels closer to God in the garden than anywhere else. Now I knew I love being in my yard and I go there every time I get the chance. I love just walking there along the stepping stones I've placed for my enjoyment, I love pulling weeds, and I love enjoying my plants that God causes to grow. I love talking to God there, but I don't think I realized that the reason I love it so much is because of what Shirley said. I do feel close to God there and that is why I escape to it every chance I get. His presence is everywhere I am, but I feel especially close to him in my yard. It's my miracle that He gave me. He provided this for me because I am His and He loves me. Many of you have had a part in "my miracle" and I thank you and love you.
God is so incredible!
1 comment:
I'm happy you enjoyed my comment about the garden. You will find yourself just sitting there enjoying all the miracles around you including the realization that God has made all the flora and fauna in a perfect order...may we protect them always.
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