Pondering Hope in Everyday Moments
Finally — a morning without wind. I bring my coffee and spiritual reading into the garden, but my book remains unopened. In the trees, the birds can’t stop singing. A bee hovers over a barely visible holly blossom. The air caresses my skin as only it can do in spring. There is new life everywhere.
How can I read about God when He is at work all around me?
I read somewhere that people who garden do so because they love being in the garden. The labor is an excuse to spend time in the midst of beauty.
We never completely tame the garden, although we try. Weeds and slugs battle against our efforts. Sun scorches, wind tangles, drought dries, and deluge drowns. Still, we always come back for more.
I like what I become in the garden. I rediscover awe and wonder at the sight of mysterious growth and new blossoms. I feel close to God in the garden.
I think most gardeners are unconsciously searching for a glimpse of Eden. The curious thing is that, for a moment we actually find it.
Contemplation Garden 