Go back to tending the garden
I have felt led to write this letter for some time. I am not writing in a state of judgement, but more to ask a question. I was never called to be a judge. What is God’s relationship with man? Has man lost contact? This may sound like an odd question, but look around. Early before dawn, I fill the stove with wood. I sit before the bay window as the sunshine begins to rise. It cuts the fog and sparkles in the water of the flowing brook. The shadows of the tree limbs are quite still and nature is at peace with God. I call this God’s garden. This was a beautiful blessing to ...