In The Garden

Kristine Cucinotta Murphy

Someone shared a post about people being removed from your life, let God remove them he takes out the trash.

Maybe that’s a way to feel better about letting someone less learned and more weaker causing us discomfort to be separated.

Because, more times than none you put that person in a special place in your heart. It stings to be treated poorly, but that person may be a diamond in the rough. Many are called, few are chosen. How do we know for certain that one isn’t chosen, we don’t!

We all been there. Not one of us was born perfect without sin. But, what happens when people start to grow on different levels?

There is always one that grows a bit faster, a bit stronger than all the rest. There is always one being the weakest, slowest to grow.

People come and people go, but like fruit bearing plants and trees, we all need room to grow.

The miraculous wonders and life of God, we all shall show.

When you plant seeds in the ground, you keep them together, they germinate and help each other grow.

When they start to sprout and break ground, what you don’t see is their roots are growing rapidly below, in great abundance. You thin them out, by digging them up, separate them and plant them farther apart, giving them more space to grow. Or their roots get entangled and one will choke the other out.

Room to grow now both can thrive and bear good fruit. Trust no man but The LORD alone, he is in the garden.

Genesis 12
Now the Lord had said unto Abram, Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father’s house, unto a land that I will shew thee:

2 And I will make of thee a great nation, and I will bless thee, and make thy name great; and thou shalt be a blessing:

3 And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed.

Genesis 13
And Abram went up out of Egypt, he, and his wife, and all that he had, and Lot with him, into the south.

2 And Abram was very rich in cattle, in silver, and in gold.

3 And he went on his journeys from the south even to Bethel, unto the place where his tent had been at the beginning, between Bethel and Hai;

4 Unto the place of the altar, which he had make there at the first: and there Abram called on the name of the Lord.

5 And Lot also, which went with Abram, had flocks, and herds, and tents.

6 And the land was not able to bear them, that they might dwell together: for their substance was great, so that they could not dwell together.

7 And there was a strife between the herdmen of Abram’s cattle and the herdmen of Lot’s cattle: and the Canaanite and the Perizzite dwelled then in the land.

8 And Abram said unto Lot, Let there be no strife, I pray thee, between me and thee, and between my herdmen and thy herdmen; for we be brethren.

9 Is not the whole land before thee? separate thyself, I pray thee, from me: if thou wilt take the left hand, then I will go to the right; or if thou depart to the right hand, then I will go to the left.

10 And Lot lifted up his eyes, and beheld all the plain of Jordan, that it was well watered every where, before the Lord destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah, even as the garden of the Lord, like the land of Egypt, as thou comest unto Zoar.

11 Then Lot chose him all the plain of Jordan; and Lot journeyed east: and they separated themselves the one from the other.

12 Abram dwelled in the land of Canaan, and Lot dwelled in the cities of the plain, and pitched his tent toward Sodom.

In The Garden
Songwriter: C. Austin Miles (1868–1946)

I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
Refrain:
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
I’d stay in the garden with Him,
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.