I heard your voice in the garden

I Come To The Garden Alone...

October 2, 2012

It must be the cool Autumn air that is invigorating me!  (Either that or the B12 I take!)  I can't get enough of being outside, working in my garden, and doing deep breathing exercises.  Ah yes ... Fall is here.  I thought I would share some photos I took in my gardens yesterday!

One of my friends in Minnesota posted on Facebook that they were closing up their lake home for the Winter.  I looked over at the cottage in the back yard and was glad that it was going to be inhabitable year round.  I do remember though Autumns in Minnesota when temperatures dropped below freezing in September giving way to snow in later October.  Brrr!

I do my Bible reading and praying in the early morning hours.  The cool thing is that now I can sit on the back patio OR in the cottage and look over the garden.  Sometimes, I will be deep in meditation and a flower will catch my eye ... there, in the midst of powerful thought is that brief interruption that makes me smile.  There are other times that I choose to walk on the paths leading here and there in the gardens praying as I go.  I was thinking this morning that I should name my plants after people I pray for, pausing for a moment at each one.  I like that idea.  I planted a fig tree in memory of a dear man, Frank.  He died a short time ago ... funny, that little tree has a lone fig on it!

It's so easy to walk through the gardens and find all sorts of things amiss ... weeds, sickly plants, no grass (that's a big one!!)...  Then, I need to remember that my gardens are a work in progress just like me.  One day, our ugly dirt filled back yard will be a wonderful oasis of color, greenery, and serenity.  Until then, I focus on the plants that survived the August heat, the aphids, and my neglect when I hated going out to water in the extreme heat!

Jesus loved going to the garden to pray and did so before hanging on the cross.  I wonder, if he surveyed his surroundings like I do?  Somehow, I think He did!  He prayed that his father's will would be done.  He was tempted, he was threatened, and he was comforted ... there in the garden!!

A couple nights ago, I was asleep in the cottage.  I heard a voice calling to me and I opened my eyes to see an angel on my left.  Poof, she was gone.  I thought I must have been having delusions and went back to sleep.  Another time, I heard a voice ... this time I opened my eyes and an angel was to the right of my bed.  I was so tired that I drifted off to sleep.  When I woke up, my mind immediately returned to the visit by the angels at my bedside.  I cannot tell you the peace I felt.  I wanted to tell everyone about the angels then wondered if they would think I was crazy.  I did it anyway.  It's a good thing that my family are believers ... they were in awe like I was.  My neighbor who is an agnostic, looked at me like I had lost my ever loving mind.  Oh well...

I do hear God's voice in the garden ... I relish my time there digging, pruning and planting.  My husband is NOT an outdoor person but I think he appreciates the beauty of the flowers.  Every now and then, I can coax him away from his computer and television set to walk with me.  He is a germafobe ...which he admits to, by the way...  Dirt is NOT his thing!!  He watches me digging and filthy from head to toe and cringes ... I remind him to not worry, dirt washes off!

I wish you joy this day ... I wish you love and good fortune, always remembering that you are loved and prayed for.  Maybe I have pushed you a little bit to get out and enjoy the fresh sights, smells, and tastes of Autumn.  The botanical gardens are so colorful this time of year.  I am pushing for a trip to the State Fair of Texas as well.  I got two free tickets ... might as well use them!  I'm sure they must have some wonderful caramel apples there!

Always remember you are loved and prayed for ... YA YOU!!

 

Miss Dottie