Start . . .
he mention of a garden sounds like – SPRING!
I am so ready for spring.
I am anticipating spring, almost like a new life. Walking around our various flower gardens in the spring, looking for the green heads poking through the dirt for a soon-to-be flower brightening up the dull brown background of autumn’s leftovers. Fresh warm air to breath in. I am ready!
I wonder what it was like to walk in that first garden –
discovering newness –
discovering yet another pure flower unlike any other,
walking barefoot on warm soil,
no fears of prickers or a sharp rock cutting feet.
And to walk beside Him in the garden . . .
hear Him talk, look at us, listen to us
God Himself showing details of what He created in the garden;
and to see, animals following along and jumping ahead
knowing they are with their Creator.
No death in this garden –
no flowers dying, trees rotting, animals sick
no wasps to fear
no skunks to run from.
No one to fear that we might see.
No one to avoid in His garden.
Imagine, walking through the garden with Him
And the trees of the field praising Him,
flowers leaning towards Him,
birds hushing as He passes by
His creation not groaning as in the pains of childbirth.
We get a glimpse of the awe
of His new earth and garden
when spring arrives,
and new life emerges in the garden
and trees wave with their new green buds
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