If you read my last blog, you know that I spent a weekend on the mountain with Jesus and the garden. The whole time I couldn’t help but pick flowers and sit in wonder at the beauty He has surrounded us with. Here are the words He gave me to express the things I heard&saw.
I remember the joy of seeing you.
And picking you.
Colors of the sun,
Reflecting the son.
I couldn’t help but stop and smell the roses
Wondered if I could capture this moment forever
Suddenly this feeling was washing over me
Back to the garden.
Restoration.
Stewardship.
A beautiful revelation of your goodness
I could see the plans coming in place
Your original goodness
Overflowing in life around me.
Who knew heaven could meet earth
In such a place as this.
So I stole away to my journal
Piling in the fragrance and beauty all on one page
Hoping I’d remember this moment,
For all eternity.
I must admit, you do many things that I also find joy in. Pressing flowers is a lost art, the old timers used to use the old book presses to collect their pressed flowers, called découpage. It’s simply a treat to touch a real part of a place you’ve been to. As time goes on you’ll wonder if all you’ve seen is just a vivid dream until you go back to those pages, touch them and say “Yes, I WAS there!!” Love love
BEAUTIFUL! Your photos and words are such a beautiful representation of sweet intimacy and communion with the Father!