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The Garden and Things that go BUMP in the Night

I Come To The Garden Alone -Hymn
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.


And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.


I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.


I love this old hymn. For the first time ever, I am experiencing these words.

For 23 years I was a banker. I wore a suite to work everyday for much of my adult life. Three years ago I quite the Corporate world to be a stay-at-home mom and a wife. God knows what he is doing.

Since I have been at home I fell in love with gardening. This week for the first time in my life, I planted a garden. A vegetable garden and a flower garden. This gift is from the Lord and my husband. It is perhaps the most precious gift I have ever received.

My heart is THANKFUL!

Also, we had an intruder in our home last week at 4:30 a.m.

What would God have us do when we are afraid? Find out today at Laced With Grace where I share this true story, Things That go BUMP in the Night.

Be Blessed, Lynn

For more Thankful Thursday blessings, visit Iris at Sting My Heart.

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