Some of us begin life with a desert experience, yearning for a garden of fruitfulness and joy – but must wait for the promise of sweetness to come!
AS we look back through the windows we may see a withered garden with empty brooks a child playing in this imaginative place
But we have the promise “Every desert will become a garden springs will gush forth in the wilderness Yes – there will be an abundance of flowers and singing with joy” . . .
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