Friday, May 25, 2007

Dear God,

I drove the tractor and wagon around to the backyard. Filled with a hoe, rake, dandelion lifter, edger, trimmer, and leaf bags I began working. Two friends sat at the patio table working on an event for later this summer that will involve my garden. I plucked weeds, edged the garden, and trimmed. I walked through the flowers, bushes, and blue spruce when something strange occurred. I suddenly felt honored to be attending the garden. My role as gardener went deeper than my usual work. The reality came to me that I was tending God's garden, your garden, a sacred garden used to bless.

My work slowed down. Each area where I worked, I felt the hand of God on me. I was trimming God's bush, clearing out God's flowers, cleaning God's pond, edging God's sacred garden. The garden became the Contemplative Garden that I dedicated a few years ago. My work became a labor of love, to be in God's vineyard, if you will. My work took on a sacred quality.

I began to look at things differently. Interesting how this year the garden is freeing itself (with a little help from weed killer) of thistles. This year it will touch others, inspire, free up, release, bless those who will come, those who will be lead to this holy site. They will see you, Lord, find you among the blessings. I don't know who. I do know when.

I was humbled to be at your feet, on my knees working in your garden. I felt blessed myself. What miracles will be wrought here? How many prayers answered? How many insights will rise up? What joy will be found here? Tears released? Guidance found. Treasures discovered? Peace experienced? God's garden, yours.

Tending to your garden,
a sacred, holy gardener,
you have made me.
My love for your creation
keeps me on my knees.
I am blessed.
Tending to the soil,
watching worms burrow,
playing in the moist earth.
Butterflies fluttering above,
birds singing love songs.
Breezes blowing,
chimes gently playing
their own song.
God's garden.

Love always, Andrea