I've been thinking about Jesus taking the disciples to the garden during the last of their time together. He knew they were going to hit some long, hard desert time soon so he took them to a place of peace and beauty.
I feel that I've just entered the garden gate. I feel the Spirit leading me, putting people in my path for a reason, giving me hope and strength. Everyone's garden is a little different and the path to the gate is different. A week ago I could barely walk to the end of the hall and now I can move around a lot more. I can fix my own coffee. Big deal you say? Yeah it is.
When you're in the desert it feels as though you'll never get out. If you pay attention, you're out and life feels fresh again.
I love you all and you are in my prayers, Roseann