"Do not stare at me because I am dark, because I am darkened by the sun.
My mother’s sons were angry with me and made me take care of the
vineyards; my own vineyard I have neglected."
-Song of Solomon 1:6
A night of worship and true revelation awaited me. You spoke into my life through a precious youth.
As she shared, Your words came directly from Your throne to my heart. The picture of the Song
of Solomon maiden came to mind. I am that maiden.
You are calling me to tend my garden. Then, my missing journal, a piece of my soul drove me
to seach, alone. Alone with just you is where you long for me. Speaking words of love, you revealed
the neglect in our garden.
I have placed more value in giving, cultivating and planting in others' gardens while mine lies dormant
and neglected. You invited me to tend my garden again. Cultivate and prune my children, the delicate
sprouting seedlings. Nurture and uphold my husband, the oak of righteousness. Water and weed the
delicate flowers of talents You planted in my life.
In our garden, it is a time for weeding. Weeding out the selfishness, the me cries from my heart.
Weeding out the plans I have that crowd your perfect plans for our life. Weeding out the small
idols that are threatening to overtake the seeds you planted.
In our garden, it is a time for pruning. Cutting away any dead and decaying part of my life that
hinders me from producing fruit.
In our garden, it is a time for cultivating. Enriching the soil of my heart as I soak more in You.
Preparing my heart for the dream seeds you desire to grow and flourish. Cultivating intimacy with You
where we can just linger together, in our garden.
My heart's desire has changed. May my garden emit a holy fragrance, an aroma pleasing to you. And
may I learn from the Master Gardener himself.
(the journal entry 10/08 that kindled a love for His garden in my life)