Thoughts threw themselves violently into my consciousness as I approached The Garden. “Will I be the one who circles ’round admiring its beauty?”, I thought fearfully. For I did not want my devotion to be at that level. I longed to be a gardener in humanity’s God-given acreage. I wanted to get the dirt of true service to lodge itself under my nails, no, into my very nail beds.
I was nearing that humble gateway called suffering, with some trepidation when a celestial voice whispered in my ear, “He that entereth therein is safe and secure”, said the Holy One so long ago. I knew then that I would enter that garden and I would do everything in my power to tenderly nurture its precious blooms of many colors. That was my heart forevermore.
© Carol Campbell
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