Yesterday.... I posted some answers to 8 deep questions sent to me by my friend Robin. After reading the comments I feel convicted to clarify something....
When I began blogging a few months ago...I had no idea if I would like it, how difficult it would be or if any one other than my children would ever read what I wrote. Now, think I could have done something differently. I see so many clever blog names. Is it really all in the name?
In retrospect maybe I didn't choose the best title for my blog. I do love to garden, that much is true. I am defintley a nurturer. I think I am the gardener in many ways. I love to see things grow, change, mature. Sometimes it is plants and I have shared some stories here about my love for gardening and how it is woven through my history, my family and memories. Sometimes, it is children that you are like a gardener, cultivating love and understanding. Sometimes it is relationships. You have to constantly tend to your relationships in order for them to grow.
I do see, however, how my blog name could confuse people. I'm new so I'm not sure if I can change it or if I should change it. Do you think I should? I don't want to sound like I am misrepresenting myself. On the other hand after reading some other blog names....geeze! Not naming any names ...I'm just sayin.
It is so hot here in Florida I will admit my gardening is being in done indoors under the AC lately. It will be getting cooler soon...I hope and pray....and I'll return to the garden. I plan to offer some tips and things I've learned and even some recipes. I grow herbs and they offer so much exciting flavor! Sorry, I get off track easily.
So many times when I'm out in the garden doing "my thing" I find myself humming an old hymn I heard my Memommie (Grandmother) sing so many times growing up. It pretty much sums up how I feel in the garden.
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.
And the joy we share as we tarry there....none other has ever known.