Back to the Garden


We have all been  planted in God’s garden here on Earth.  His garden has been the same for generations and will be for generations to come.

We can spend our time waiting for the rain to fall or we can dig our roots deep into the fertile soil that God has put us in.

There is water in the depths that will make us grow –  go deeper.  Enjoy your time here.

Listen  to God’s birds sing – they’ll sing to you for free.

Listen to the wind , blowing through the trees –  they play a song for you.

Listen to the joy and innocence of children playing – they’ll play with you.

 

Spend some time away from the television or computer screen and sit and watch the Sun set. Wake up early and watch the Sun rise.

Rest in the faith and joy that the Sun will rise again tomorrow, in God’s garden, where the Son has risen.

 

Back to the Garden

 

There is a Garden – a beautiful Garden

A Garden where you can go everyday

It’s there in the spirit – a pure heart is near it

A  Garden you’ll live in one day

 

Back to the Garden – where Jesus is waiting

He’s waiting to show you where you came to be

Waiting to be with you – waiting to walk with you

There in the cool of the day

Back to the Garden where nothing is hidden

Where all that we needed was there on a tree

A tree that turned sinfulness into salvation

Back to the Garden of Eden

 

So come back to the Garden – where Jesus is waiting

He’s waiting to show you where you came to be

Waiting to be with you – waiting to walk with you

There in the cool of the day

A Garden of fragrances – Aromas of promises

Aromas that lead you to words you should pray

Your heart beats are dances – your spirit romances

The songs that the Garden of fragrances plays

 

Back to the Garden where nothing is hidden

Where all that we needed was there on a tree

A tree that turned sinfulness into salvation

Back to the Garden of Eden

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How delicate life is


While working in the garden, I had to bend down to see these tiny flowers, claiming their own space and right to live. I was amazed that five of these flowers aren’t even as big as my finger tip. God made me so big, yet these so small. They survive as if they were as big as me – though without any support
from their friends, no affirmation, no ego. They get overlooked, forgotten and stepped on and you don’t realize how strong and beautiful they are, until you bend down – lower yourself, to gaze upon these marvels of God.
Delicate, hidden beauties of God. There are so many of us out there.

How delicate life is