In God’s Garden

Lord, You and I have had quite a good time together these last few weeks. I thank You for the sunshine, the warmer temperatures, the breezes and the rain … the glorious rain. Together we make quite a team. Last year I got discouraged, as You know, with the drought that changed lush healthy flowers and shrubs into dry, shriveled, remnants of what had been only weeks before.

You and I have spent hours upon hours together, for, what … over twenty-five years. I have learned much from You about life and death. Loving, caring, nourishing, sharing time with You and with my plants has produced two lovely gardens in the past two homes I’ve shared with my husband. He always says he’s my hole digger, I’m the planter. But he and I both know, I’ve done my fair share of hole digging, too!

Time, quality time, spent with someone you love is important. Sharing my passion of gardening with You, Dear Lord, is and has been one of the loveliest privileges of my life. I think of the many plants that have come and gone. We both rejoiced over successes and mourned over losses. But, we persevered. Now that my husband and I have bird feeders and hummingbird feeders, I take needed breaks to put my feet up and listen to the heavenly harmony of birdsong. Watching Your cute critters fills our lives with joy. We name our birds, of course. The Cardinals are Carl and Cora, Carl is so very vain. He thinks no one is as lovely as he. However, other lovely families visit us, there’s Terry and Teresa Titmouse, Don and Dora Dove, Wriggles and Wraggles Wren, Chuck and Cherry Chickadee, Nicholas and Nancy Nuthatch, Fred and Fiona Finch, Gordon and Gloria Goldfinch, Thoreau, Theron, and Thaddeus Brown Thrashers, Spanky, Spirilla, Sparky, and Spud White-throated Sparrows, Douglas and Donna Downy Woodpecker, Rudy and Ruby Red-throated Hummingbirds, Rudy rudely runs off other hummingbirds, and of course Red, our resident Red-Bellied Woodpecker. We also love the Mcgillycuddy family of squirrels, don’t ask me why they have that name. There are so many of them scurrying around in our trees, they needed a good strong Clan name. Lest I forget, scurrying underfoot are Hoover, and Honey Chipmunk, he was named Hoover after the vacuum cleaner, as it is his habit to suck up all the seeds on the ground, filling his cheeks to capacity.

Spending time in our small Garden of Eden together, Dear Lord, fills my heart with joy, love, thankfulness, and peace that comes after exhausting myself so that I drag myself to the nearest garden chair, more specifically the black wrought iron rocking chair.

As praise and thanksgiving, I offer two of my most beloved garden and nature hymns.

Bless You, Lord, and thank You for our times together enjoying Creation and Creating. Amen

In the Garden

  Text: C. Austin Miles, 1913   Music: C. Austin Miles, 1913

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.


For the Beauty of the Earth

Text: Folliot S. Pierpoint  1864
Music: Conrad Kocher; Arr. by W.H. Monk

For the beauty of the earth,
for the glory of the skies,
for the love which from our birth
over and around us lies;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.

For the beauty of each hour
of the day and of the night,
hill and vale, and tree and flower,
sun and moon, and stars of light;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.

For the joy of ear and eye,
for the heart and mind’s delight,
for the mystic harmony,
linking sense to sound and sight;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.

For the joy of human love,
brother, sister, parent, child,
friends on earth and friends above,
for all gentle thoughts and mild;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.

For thy church, that evermore
lifteth holy hands above,
offering up on every shore
her pure sacrifice of love;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.

For thyself, best Gift Divine,
to the world so freely given,
for that great, great love of thine,
peace on earth, and joy in heaven:
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.





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