COME TO THE GARDEN

"It is like a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and cast into his garden; and it grew, and waxed a great tree; and the fowls of the air lodged in the branches of it." Luke 13:19 King James Version

What grows in your garden—weeds—flowers—spices and herbs? Do you know how to tend the garden? I’ll have to confess, I wouldn’t have the faintest idea. I’ve never planted a garden even though Grandma Bryson was president of her garden club.

However, it is God’s garden that we are invited to enter and find rest. That garden I understand. In my vision of God’s garden, I see a cluster of trees with low hanging branches that sway in a gentle breeze. Flowers of every color, and colors yet unnamed, laugh in the sunshine. Window pane butterflies flutter and birds soar to the top of the nearby trees. A small bench sets beside a crystal clear brook and a sculptured gate stands open nearby. Jesus comes and spends some time with me as we sit and talk and walk along a fragrant path.

We will be visiting the garden every day for several days through the words of the wonderful hymn, In the Garden, by C. Austin Miles (1913). I am including a link to the hymn sung by Alan Jackson. The pictures are priceless. Please skip the advertisement before the video. www.youtube.com/watch?v=LW0WA8OSXZg

Come, my friends, to the garden of God. There is rest for the soul beyond the mind’s imagination. Seek his peace and his presence. Come to the garden every day until the garden lives within you. Let us pray:

"Father God, creator and keeper of the garden, you are more holy and amazing than my mind would ever be able to grasp. I can grab hold of the hem of your garment so that you might lead me through all my days. I ask that you leave the gate to your garden open wide. I tend to lose my way when the guideposts are not large enough for even me. I long to find your rest and the beauty of a life lived with you. Forgive me when I seek the alleyways rather than your sweet acre. Let me visit you in the garden every day, until your garden grows and blooms within me. May I then pass out tender petals along my way. In the name of Jesus, my Lord, I pray. Amen"

Doris
"God gives us stories that testify to His love. Let me tell you mine."
Copyright 2012 Doris Gaines Rapp

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