The Garden

Rachel sent me this poem earlier this month and it reminded me of a short story I once wrote about a little girl who grew up in a perfect garden that was kept by two servants of the King, specifically chosen to meet the needs of that little girl. There was nothing left wanting in her care, and the King Himself would come daily to walk with her, and show her new beauties in the things He had designed for her, but she grew discontent and began sneaking away from the garden. In doing so, she lost her ability to talk freely with the King, and slowly grew deaf to the songs that He had always sung to her in the night.

By losing that walk, and losing the songs, she slowly lost the joy and beauty that were hers simply from living in beauty.

Don't forsake your Savior, and the beauty that He has chosen for you. Be content with where He has you, and each day "receive a new blessing in the beautiful garden of prayer."


The Beautiful Garden of Prayer
~Eleanor Allen Schroll
There's a garden where Jesus is waiting,
There's a place that is wondrously fair,
For it glows with the light of His presence.
'Tis the beautiful garden of prayer.

There's a garden where Jesus is waiting,
And I go with my burden and care,
Just to learn from His lips words of comfort
In the beautiful garden of prayer.

There's a garden where Jesus is waiting,
And He bids you to come, meet Him there;
Just to bow and receive a new blessing
In the beautiful garden of prayer.

Oh, the beautiful garden, the garden of prayer!
Oh, the beautiful garden of prayer!
There my Savior awaits, and He opens the gates
To the beautiful garden of prayer.