Is there no other King's garden? Yes, my heart, thou art, or shouldst be such. How do the flowers flourish? Do any choice fruits appear? Does the King walk within, and rest in the bowers of my spirit? Let me see that the plants are trimmed and watered, and the mischievous foxes hunted out. Come, Lord, and let the heavenly wind blow at Thy coming, that the spices of Thy garden may flow abroad. Nor must I forget the King's garden of the church. O Lord, send prosperity unto it. Rebuild her walls, nourish her plants, ripen her fruits, and from the huge wilderness, reclaim the barren waste, and make thereof "a King's garden."
April 12, 2007
Below is an excerpt from Morning & Evening with Charles Spurgeon. To see the full devotion, go here:
It is so much my prayer that my heart would be a lush paradise and not a barren desert. More often than not, though, the day goes by and it isn't watered. Not because God didn't send rain, but because I didn't get out from underneath the umbrella of my pride and ignorance.