It’s been a while since I’ve written. It seemed the voices from the garden left me when my father left us. They just went silent. But this morning I went out to the garden and found that after the storm a lot of the okra plants had been blown over. Now for the pass several weeks the okra has been so tall that I’ve not been able to reach it. I’ve never seen it this tall! So when I saw it leaning over, my first thought was “oh no, it’s down!”. But then I thought well you know what, now I can reach it. I was able to pick an abundance of okra this morning! This then took me to the thought of how our heavenly Father sent his beloved Son down from Heaven for us. It also let me know that sometimes we may feel that the presence of the Lord is so high that we just can’t reach Him. But that is when He comes to us. We might not can reach Him but He can always reach us and always will. Hallelujah!
I Am My Father's Garden
These are the voices and teachings of my garden. The garden speaks to me, teaches me and disciplines me. For me, it is the Creator speaking through His creation.