I dreamed a dream, and in my dream I awoke under the thick protective bows of a pine tree. The rain had stopped, and the rising sun was casting its filtered rays into my bedchamber of warm, dry pine needles. The scent of spring rose all around me. I heard a bird singing the morning soliloquy, and then more birds joining in the chorus harmony. In the curtain of bows around me, I found a peep hole through which I saw pink tulips, their mouths open wide with dew on their white lips, turned toward the sun, happy.
And then a voice gently called my name. If anyone else had been with me, they could not have heard the call. I pushed back the bows and entered an old garden, long-forgotten yet beautiful. There were marble statues with wind-blown dirt packed into their crevasses, accenting the beautiful artistry of the hand that carved them. A little pond lay across the way, where a dainty red fox was drinking from its coolness.
"This garden I am giving to you to build up what others see as ruined and to plant what others see as desolate," said the Shepherd; for though I could not see Him, I knew my Shepherd's voice.
"How can this be," I asked?
"I have spoken it, and I will do it."
The sun rose full, shining with all its beauty, into my eyes; I was wearing a glorious new garment and beautiful jewels.
Ezekiel 36, Isaiah 61
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