I have a place I go, a beautiful simple place, my quiet place.
I go there so many times throughout my days, to release stress, worry, loneliness, sadness, and sometimes to have a private cry.
It’s just a small outside corner at the back of my house.
An old, worn, chippy, picnic table, made into a potting bench for me, by my son on Mother’s Day, many years ago.
There is just something overwhelmingly calm about working with flowers, dirt, and old pots.
I am always adding fun things to this area, a sweet little bird, a garden sign, that is probably 20 years old, and of course, a banner of seed packets! You all know I love to make banners!
How can anyone look at flowers and plants, and not believe in God?
It is rare when my husband complains about all the issues he deals with everyday, living with Multiple Sclerosis.
Yesterday, he told me the pain and burning in his right leg is spreading to his left leg.
What could I say or do?
He will not see a doctor, he does not believe they can help him, he knows there is no cure.
I went to my place of quiet to pray, as I often do, alone.
How can I help him?
I am thankful for this place I go, to sit sometimes, to be still, and know God is with us!
Thanks for letting me share such things, it helps!
Love all of you!
Hope you have that special place in your home, that is yours, to be still, to be quiet.
Have a blessed holiday weekend.