I feel that as I grow older, my lush garden of life is growing. I know that there are greener pastures ahead but I bask in my growing garden now.
The things that use to deter me and annoy me don’t. I have had and still have to sift out the dead weeds that choke my joy.
I have had flowers that I expected to bloom and did. I have had flowers that did not bloom. I have had flowers that I did not expect to bloom.
My lush garden of life is blooming. God continues to plant the seeds that bloom into my testimony.