Good Morning, Yahweh, Abba,  my God who strolled through the garden with our mom and dad.

There will soon be enough light to walk to the garden and I will do so.

I am grateful for the light of day, the coolness of the morning, and the promise of sunshine.

I will be making some new discoveries of maturing corn, ripening fruit, more okra, peppers, and developing questions.

Will that tiny watermelon have a future?

What about those beans?

Have the cucumbers and zucchini played out?

What is that? It looks like something, but I don't remember what it was when I planted it.

I guess I'll have to wait and see what it becomes?

Too much water, too little, or just the right amount?

Do I need to add something to this soil before I plant the next seeds this weekend?

Somehow, all of this is an unfolding of a morning of prayer.

Do you receive it as such, my Abba, my Father?

Somehow, it is preparing me for a day of pastoring people. Teach me what I must learn today by walking among the crops and weeds

Somehow, the insights I am about to receive sink deeper into my soul than words in a book … not that I am about to give up books!

God bless this garden. God bless this day. God bless the work of Your hands.

And mine.

In Jesus' Name, the Vine, Amen.