Who is Mathilda?

 This is Mathilda, my mom.

This is Mathilda's garden.

 

         But this too is Mathilda's garden, 

the family she and Dad so lovingly cared for and nurtured.

 This is where I was planted. This is where I grew.

(That's me on Mom's lap!)

It was wonderful!

18 years worth of wonderful and I am so grateful.

But the growing season was cut short and I was

suddenly,

unexpectedly,

transplanted.

                                    

                                          

There were 

long seasons

of dormancy.

Grey days 

stayed long 

past their 

welcome.

But spring returns.

"...a crown of beauty instead of ashes,

the oil of gladness instead of mourning,

and a garment of praise

instead of a spirit of despair." Isaiah 61:3

     My roots have new soil just right for me.

My branches reach up to the Light--how I pray that they bear fruit.

Grey days come and go, as they should.

I'll always be a part of Mathilda's garden.

But I have my own precious garden now.

And it is wonderful!

Oh, and this one's pretty nice too.

"He will also send rain for the seed you sow in the ground, and the food that comes from the land will be rich and plentiful...The moon will shine like the sun, and the sunlight will be seven times brighter, like the light of seven full days, when the Lord binds up the bruises of his people." Isaiah 30:23 and 26

*Important note: Photo #6 and #7 are courtesy of my talented daughter!