Gardens are places of hope. They are images of hope, metaphors for hope. Every time you plant a seed, you are proclaiming hope in the promise of growth. When I first started reading the Bible, I was particularly drawn to verses about hope.
“And let us hold fast the confession of our hope, for He who promised is faithful.”
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”
“I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened, that you may know the hope to which He has called you, the riches of His glorious inheritance in the saints, and His incomparably great power toward us who believe.”
When those seeds begin to emerge with new green growth, when those perennial flowers bloom again and again, year after year, remember that He who promised is faithful.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning. But not too early in the morning. I still haven’t gotten out to get that sunrise photo.
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