A Well Watered Garden

Today is Good Friday. I am choosing to think back some 2000 years ago and not to last year. Both are painful - but the meaning of what happened at Calvary is the only way I can face my future and so I am making a choice. If I dwell on last year when Julius was by my side, serving in Church, visiting friends, watching The Passion with the girls, I descend into despair. If I choose to look back to Calvary, I have hope. It is the reason that I live and breathe and have the desire to wake up every morning to do what I do. It is my strength. my assurance. The Gospel Changes Everything says the song by Meredith Andrews. Yes it does for sure. What has it changed for me? It has brought me from darkness to light. 1 Corinthians 1:18 "   For the word of the cross is folly to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God," It is my daily protection . In Hebrews 6:13 God tells us: "Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be ...

 I have not been able to visit my garden for a long time it seems. A season of dryness, of exhaustion, burdened with the mundane chores of life. I have also been dreading getting into the month of April. So many big days - my birthday. My daughter's birthday. Somehow the month of April of last year is very clear in mind. Very tender memories of Julius and us four together. He was so excited about bringing our daughter home from University. Our nest was full again and so was my heart. It did not take long for all of this to change. On the 7th of May my heart tore apart.  Like Job I have asked the Lord: "what is my strength that I should wait? And what is my end that I should be patient?" Job 6:11 God did not give Job an answer, and He does not answer me either but He does not give up on me.  In ways that only I can understand He graciously began once again drawing me back to write, only this time He took me to another garden. I have been camping here fo...