My Secret Garden
The Secret Garden–a beautiful story. I also love the song “I come to the Garden alone while the dew is still on the roses…He walks with me and He talks with me. He tells me I am His own….” It was one of my Grandpa Doden’s favorites.
Every morning as I sit in my chair with tea and chocolate with Jesus, I sit looking out into my “secret garden.” Jesus gave me my own “secret garden” here in Joburg…right outside my door–literally.
Though it might seem insignificant to some, to me it is love. My Father knows what ministers to and refreshes my soul, and He gave me a unexpected, lavish gift in this new world where He has put me, knowing that it would bring life to my soul.
“I go to prepare a place for you, that where I am, you may be also.” There’s something so amazing about the character of God in that phrase. He’s intentional and personal in preparing a home for us, knowing us intimately…caring about the details of where He will bring us to live with Him forever.
Though Jesus was talking about heavenly homes with those words, I think He was also expressing the nature of our Father God. Our Father prepares intimately and provides abundantly in the places where He puts us–South Africa included.
Pictures of His provision in my new world:
From a beautiful, gifted hairstylist…to my favorite and only perfume (which I have never seen in any other country)…to some wonderful new friends…to a car…to an incredible host family…to a secret garden–all gifts from my Father’s hand. Sometimes the small gifts mean even more than the big ones because it shows that He really KNOWS me…intimately.
“My God will supply all of your needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.” He provides according to His “riches” and not His “discount coupon book”–how I love that!!” Each and every need of my heart is met lavishly–those spoken, those unspoken, and even those unknown to me…but known fully by Him.
My Secret Garden–“the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known.”