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Each morning, a woman would set out to tend her garden. Feeling the earth between her fingers brought comfort and peace.
This garden grew from a few plants and bushes to one that included ponds, themes, and lights. All dug by hand, planted by hand, picked by hand.
Each and every day the woman would work from sun up to sun down. She would water and weed, feed and seed.
She created walkways, even made her own stones out of molds and cement. She places benches and a hammock where one could rest and take in the beauty.
Others marveled at her handiwork. Her devoted prowess as a gardener. She would beam for a moment and then find something wrong and rush off to take care of it. Her friends would walk through the garden paths admiring all they saw.
Look at those roses, that thyme. The goldfish, my how they have grown. Wow, how many bull frogs are here now? Listen to them, sounds like a rubber band band.
She would talk about the painstaking time spent in the garden. The money spent when the filter died in the pond. How hard it was to make the cement and pour it.
She never realized that she needed to take time to spend in her garden. She never enjoyed the fruit of her labor. To see the beauty she had created with seeds and God’s loving touch.
She never sat on her benches or lay in the hammock.
How sad, God opened her yard to the wonders of His beauty, but she never enjoyed it.
When you walk in the gardens of life, take time to stop and smell the flowers. God created them for you to enjoy.
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