The ground is soggy. Old leaves pack in among the bushes looking barren now without their leaves. How like this are the seasonal moods of the soul — now muddy, now bright, now soggy, needing the warming light of God’s presence! All we can do is notice, gaze, and see the bare truth of our situation.
I stand in my inner garden and in the actual garden. There is so much work to do, but I know the time for action is not yet. My arms hang by my sides. The tools are in the basket. I try hard to believe the old saying, “They also serve who only stand and wait.”
The air feels metallic. It’s time to go inside again, into more waiting.”
“With or without your hard work God is always moving in your life. Wait on the Holy. Wait and receive the gifts that come.”
From A Mystic Garden by Gunilla Norris