In the Garden

            I don’t do mornings.

            I’ve never been a morning person. And I’m blessed to be retired and no longer required to rise early and go to work.

            Now I awake leisurely, sometime around nine o’clock, and enjoy a cup of tea with my breakfast. Then I sit in my recliner with my second cup of tea, my Bible, devotional book and prayer journal. I start my day at my Heavenly Father’s feet. I spend time reading God’s Word and writing my prayers in my journal.

            Some may call it a habit. I call it a relationship.  

            What if in my relationships I never spent time with them? Talked to them? Listened to them? What would our relationships be like?

            I choose to spend time with my Lord, because I cherish our relationship.

                             In the Garden

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.

 Austin Miles