In My Garden

In my garden are treasures

of timeless beauty from above

where the Gardener bids me linger

as He showers me with Love

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In my garden is a Tree

that offers healing fruit

where I often come to taste

of His Wisdom and His Truth

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In my garden is a choir

of birds and angels who sing

reminding me it’s all about Grace

and there’s nothing I need bring

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In my garden I meet the Savior

 Who is eternally mine

and I’m embraced by nail-scarred hands

of purist Love Divine.

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Wendy/2015

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My garden is the first place I go to when I hear overwhelming news of goodness or grief.

After my dad died back in November of 1998, I went into my winter garden and prayed to my Heavenly Father and talked to my dad.

I’m not saying that my dad could hear me, but my Father heard me.

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My cozy woman cave, in our attic, is the garden I go to each morning. The walls have stenciled wisteria vines on it that the dear previous owner painted. The small cot is covered in floral quilts my mother and I have made. And the nature art portfolios of mine grace the desk as a reminder for me to spend more time in creative pursuits according to what the Creator has gifted me.

I need my time with the Gardener of my heart. It’s the place where I invite Him to weed out the negative beliefs and behavior that can choke healthy growth and fruitfulness. It’s the place where I confess and am blessed by forgiveness.

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Where’s your favorite place to meet with the Keeper of your soul?

Blessings from my garden ~ Wendy

Have you visited my Writing Room yet? You’re invited anytime you have a moment or two. Just click on the link here or on the sidebar.

You’re invited to visit the post I did earlier this week on my other blog.

Here’s the link: Ode to Autumn

Very early in the morning,

while it was still dark,

Jesus got up,

left the house

and went off to a solitary place,

where he prayed.

Mark 1:35

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