I Come to the Garden...

This morning I was listening to Tennessee Ernie Ford sing "In the Garden."

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.

It made me think of Grandmother, and how she loved that song, and also loved going to the garden "while the dew is still on the roses." And all of a sudden it occurred to me that she is there! I've spent so much time missing her here, I never spent any thinking of her there.

She walks with Him and talks with Him, and he tells Her she is His own. But that joy they share as they tarry there, one day will be my own.