Seeding the Year
The past three or four Januaries have seen the husband and I attending short retreats with a loose group of friends. We come together to have a last discussion on what we took away from the year just passed, and take time to pray about and set goals for the new year.
This year, the usual organiser isn’t in town and it’s down to just two. We are going to meet at one of my favourite places, Gardens by the Bay, so I’m looking forward to it much more than if we had arranged to meet at some random cafe or multi-purpose space.
Most likely I will be there early to spend some time among the shrubs before she arrives.
C. Austin Miles’ old song seems to be shaping up as my song for the year.
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 is falling
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling