I am writing in the Queen Street Garden, a private garden for those living on the block, across the road from my apartment. I know it is a secret garden because I have a key to enter.
As I sit here, God is present amidst the trees and flowers and the fairy wind, and in the songs of the birds. Although I cherish this time alone time with God, I am aware of the privilege of being here in this secret garden on this sunny day. Very grateful. God’s grace abounds.
As I sit here, God is present amidst the trees and flowers and the fairy wind, and in the songs of the birds. Although I cherish this time alone time with God, I am aware of the privilege of being here in this secret garden on this sunny day. Very grateful. God’s grace abounds.
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