In the garden in the courtyard where we held our wedding reception, someone had placed a small wooden sign - "Love Began in a Garden". I'm not sure they knew how "me" that was - afterall, most had only met me a month before Mike and I were wed. (I'd gone to California to visit him, he'd proposed, and we'd married before going to immigration to pursue my right to stay.) But I love that sign. We still have it - although it's rather weathered now from the gardens it has dwelt in.
And as I sat with my God this morning, I thought "I still find Love in my garden." It's why it's so important to me to find a home with a garden - not those concrete paved yards!
Long ago, when this world was fresh and new, God made a garden for its first couple to enjoy. And he'd come and walk with them in it - in the cool of the day.
In my garden is peace, and evolving beauty. Rich vitality! - evidence of the God who keeps pouring life into it all! It's here I see snap shots of who he is. It's here I connect with his beautiful spirit.
Love began in a garden many years ago. And Love still meets me here... ❤️
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