Gardens and angels, when the Kingdom Comes

A response this week from prayer, Breathe readings, reflections from the service on  Thursday… and being out.

The spring garden, how wondrous and lovely. All that seemed dead, decayed, hard and cold in the deep winter world now gone. In its place the new; the hidden seed taking root, beginning to sprout.
The expectancy of all that is getting ready to blossom and flourish.
An abundance of buds, nature’s world and word of  hope.

But better yet,

The Easter garden full of the living word of hope, grace and truth.

Jesus, a surer sign even than nature’s spring is his promise of better still to come.

All the sorrow, brokenness, betrayal and loss greater than our deepest human winter Jesus felt. This is how we know, he knows our pain, understands as man, but as God he will act.

What we wondered did the heaven-sent angel say in his garden of sorrow that overwhelmed? That belongs rightly to God only.

What belongs to me and now to you, is what my angel said, twice in fact, who I only saw only at those times,  in two separate churches, during my deepest  winter years.

‘Have you forgotten the promise, hold on, the best is yet to come’ I did and it did, thank God, I still return to it when I forget and it is always such an encouragement.

I share this and take the risk. Simply  in the hope that it may be of help; and that if strengthened and directed  by Jesus we can also be his messengers.

Jesus and Easter, a garden of pain, death and then resurrection.The womb of enduring love, new birth, new life, the Kingdom comes on earth as in Heaven.

A living hope and inheritance that will never spoil, fade or perish, kept in Heaven for you.

‘For all men are like grass, the grass withers, the flowers fall  but the word of our God lasts forever’ Isaiah 40 v8

'The word of God is living active, sharper than any double-edged sword.' Hebrew 4 v12 

So for you, born again not of perishable but imperishable seed, through the living enduring word, 1 Peter

An everlasting garden full of love, hope and joy….a true delight to walk in and truly a Happy Easter.

Ann

p.s. A song too…..In the deep mid-winter. Might seem odd but  apt in more ways than one this week as I was in Yorkshire where a piece of my heart and soul  is…. it snowed but looked lovely!