In the Garden of Hearts
By: Brenda Blanchard
 
Quote:  There can be no happiness equal to the joy of finding a heart that understands. – Victor Robinsall in A Basket of Friends
 
“Cat fur to make kitten britches; you want the first pair,” she laughed.
    

“Huh,” I pondered with a pout on my lips.  “Grandma, what does that mean?”
    

“It means, don’t ask ‘Why?’”  She hugged me close.  “Just know that I love you, and I’m doing what people do who love someone.”

I put my arm around her neck and nuzzled my nose to her face.  “I love you too, Grandma,” forgetting all about whatever I had wanted that got the ‘No’ response, and the silly saying for my retort of ‘Why?’

Grandma had glaucoma and could barely see.  However, she saw better with her spiritual eyes than most do with their physical eyes.  She listened to my voice and knew instantly my heart.  Slight changes of tone or pitch clued Grandma to action.

When I needed uplifting, she would tap her toes, and begin singing, “I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses; and…”  Then she would take my hand and swing it with hers.  By the chorus, I was singing at the top of my lungs; “And He walks with me and He talks with me, and He tells me I am his own.” Again, joy had filled my sorrow.

She’s in God’s choir now, but she left her priceless treasures of love and faith in Jesus in the heart of her granddaughter.  Her memory always makes me sing, “and the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known.”
 
“In the Garden” was written in 1912 by C. Austin Miles (1868-1946).
 
Scripture:  Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Proverbs 3:3

-Brenda