The secret is out: I love gardens! I love everything about it ……… the colors, the smells – the huge variety – it really leaves me breathless and astonished. I marvel at creation and how beautiful it is. I plant flowers without a plan. I love seeing them surprise me in unexpected places. And I can keep writing ………………
BUT it made me think today ……….. it’s Good Friday. Maybe not all gardens are that nice. I remember Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane. Alone ……….. kneeled down … praying. In fact praying so hard that His sweat became like blood drops. He was isolated and carrying the weight of humanity – literally. I doubt if there was time to smell the roses or see the butterflies hiding in the nectar of a sweet petal. But His garden experience brought life to all of us in our own garden of Gethsemane. May the news of Good Friday be good to you too.
