In a garden, there is hope. There is literally ALWAYS something to look forward to. In a garden, change is right around the corner and so is the opportunity to enjoy every moment. Like sky-gazers who don’t want to miss a single subtle shift in color in a sky painted with the colors of the setting sun; gardeners find themselves drawn to their
gardens every single day so that they can watch the beauty unfold.
Today, I just want to invite you to pause and be grateful for the way God’s hand is so very visible in every single garden, small or great. In a world that is chaotic and harried; our
gardens-yes-even the ones that are full of weeds-are our sanctuaries. It is our place of respite.
Abraham Lincoln said “We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.” I choose to rejoice.
Will you join me?