- prayer - somehow I can just lift my heart, my worries, my hopes and dreams up to my Father so much clearer and easier when I'm in the garden!
- talking (silently, in my heart) through things that are bothering me, and working through them, and often finding solutions.
- and frequently, after I've spent time in prayer and worked my way through problems, I end up humming or singing to myself, a product of having let it all go, giving it to God, and opening my heart to His healing touch.
Rarely do I spend time in the garden that I don't pass through these three 'phases', and never do I leave the garden in a bad mood! (Unless, of course, I'm fighting the voles, but at least in that I have purpose!)
And most times when I am singing to myself, it is the words to one of my favorite hymns, "In The Garden". The words just speak volumes about how it feels to work outside, enjoying the beauty of God's creation and the work of your own two hands, communing in a peaceful, connected way with the creator of it all!
Here are the words to the hymn, written by C. Austin Miles in 1912:
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.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
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.
I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.
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.
God Bless You! Becky
4 comments:
Your flowers are so pretty and that hymn is one of my favorites. This time last year, my mom (who lived with us) started being visited here at home by Hospice. She lived until Sept. but she enjoyed the flowers in the garden all summer. Gardening makes me feel closer to the Lord also and brings me great joy. Thank you for sharing your pictures and God bless as you care for your parents. It is tough but you will never regret it.
Becky, what a fabulous post! You are so right, the garden is the perfect place to talk to our Father. And admire his handiwork.:)
Thinking of you and your parents in prayer today.
xo Lidy
Your garden and flowers are so pretty! And I love that song, too, it's one of my favorites (especially the version by Billy Dean and Susan Ashton). I enjoy being out in the garden too, even though I'm not that good at it! LOL! I just enjoy being out there and totally agree with you about the experience.
I wish for you many more peaceful days in your garden. You and your parents are always in my prayers...
_TS
Wow Becky what a beautifule garden and verse
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