By Sheilla Kiwi
There in the garden sat a young woman curled up under a wool blanket for warmth in the cold and frosty air. She sat on a wooden bench inside the garden enjoying the morning freshness, feeling as if life was without a worry. No one was around to interrupt the peacefulness of the great outdoors. Only the birds singing a light hearted song and buzzing bees going about their business. Butterflies fluttered from one flower to the next and spiders repaired their webs after a windy night.
Now there was only Sarah and the magical land around her; an unknown land of a bug-eye-view. How beautiful mornings like this were. Only a piece of God’s majesty was shown in the glory of the golden rays bursting through the trees. Occasional gentle breezes to blow her rich brown hair across her face sending chills down her back.
Sometimes people say that they feel like God is there in a special moment. Moments like now were like that for Sarah. It was a regenerating time to spend alone with God and His word. Pleasure was all that this precious time brought. A joy beyond any other bringing hope for the tiring times to come.
Reading every word in scripture was like a child would eat a lolypop; sucking slowly but fervently and enjoying every word upon the tongue. Delighting in the powerful words God spoke through others into her life.
The garden was Sarah’s sanctuary from the chaos of her life just inside the home. Yes, she sacrificed things like comfort but it was all worth it. Nothing would stop her from coming out on a good day to enjoy the beautiful weather and joyful environment.
Home was behind her now, only a whisper in the breeze. Words from the Holy Book were screaming to her vulnerable heart; opening the door to bliss. Warmth did not come from the outside; it came from the inside, deep within.
A curious Sarah watched as a small white butterfly stopped only inches away then flew off again seconds later. What would life be like as such a delicate creature? Being in a constant danger of just being stepped on! She wondered what other dangers were around when you were a tiny ladybug on a leaf or a lanky spider crawling over dirt mounds; predators lurking around every corner. But God provided for her, and she knew it.
She knew just how blessed her life was. How lucky she was to be enjoying simple times like this with plenty of property, a home over her head, and food and water to satisfy her hunger and thirst. Content was all that anyone could be if they had all the things she had. Who could want more? A God who loves her more than she could even imagine; being a constant provider in a dying world.
Time was up now. The sun was now plenty far into the sky making it too hot to be outside. Sarah reluctantly got up from her spot on the bench saying goodbye to her sanctuary for the now. But there was always tomorrow, and tomorrow morning she would be here in the same place as before; with only God and the day to come.
“Let the light of your face shine upon us, oh Lord.”
Psalm 4:6
