Golden Hour
At the end of the day, my garden in New Jersey is often where I go to recollect myself, to quiet those inner voices, and reconnect with the Lord. In the silence, surrounded by growing and green things, I am able to focus on the beauty of a single flower and hear God speak to me.
Learn from the way the wild flowers grow. They do not work or spin. But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed like one of them. If God so clothes the grass of the field, which grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow, will he not much more provide for you? Matt 6:28-30