In the late summer sun, now cooled by the teasing breeze of approaching autumn, I sit in my garden. It’s not big, but it’s full of pretty flowers and useful plants. It calms my heart to take a big deep breath out here! I can stop striving in this place. There is an acceptance of slowness in nature, it rarely rushes to accomplish anything. And as my busy brain catches the slow-down idea, I smile with my face upturned to the sun. I whisper a prayer of gratitude for my many blessings to the Son.
I open my eyes and drink in the sights and sounds of a much loved garden. There are flitting butterflies, the buzz of a passing insect and the funny engine-like drone of a bee foraging in a foxglove bell!! Birds call to each other, hiding just out of sight in the thick hedge that they call home.
🙏Thank you God, for this little patch of garden and how, for me, it has become holy ground because I often meet with you here. 🙏
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