Sacred Gardens

If you saw what my yard and gardens looked like right now, you would see vast devastation and desecration. In years past with asthma raging I managed to plant over 100 roses, now some were replacement roses but I kept a log and count and yes it was somewhere in the neighborhood of 100. A very beautiful sight. And I would sit on my garden swing taking in the sight, and smell. This was my cathedral, my sacred place where God and I would meet, and where in good times and bad I would lift my heart and spirit in praise, for it is without a doubt that only a loving and caring God would create a rose, and so many different uses. And captured by this great beauty I started to paint and shoot pictures of my beautiful children. I was also reminded it was a garden in a town called Gesthmanie where Christ went to pray the night before He gave His life for ours, and that was when I realized that these gardens are so sacred for a reason. He did not go to a Temple, or any other place, He went to a garden, and how significant wasn't everything started in a garden?
But my peace, and joy would not last long. My husband hated roses, because of their thorns. He did at one point when it was all a bloom actually once see the beauty and comment. I told him that God's intent was that a delecate beautiful rose, with thorns could defend itself. But he was intent to destroy them, one by one with weed whacker "accidents". And then because my raging asthma, brought me so close to the point of death, I gave up. There are many still left, and many gone. But his uncaring attitude just stole what happiness I had in those sacred gardens, as I watched him take out more as he took over everything with his car parts, to a project that now lays rusting in a heap spread all over.
So to all who pass by to read, remember when you step into that Garden, it is a sacred place, Holy Ground, a place where God and men meet.