I was reading a story about a woman struggling to find herself after years of being told whom she was and what to do next. As she struggled to find herself she realized she needed to find faith in God. Even though she was a great pianist, she had never played the hymn, In the Garden, until a young child sang it for her. When I read the words “the sweet alto voice singing the words” I could hear the alto voice of my grandmother and the song. “I come to the garden alone.” My tears flowed down my face. I come to the garden alone. I am alone trying to find my faith in God and trusting him to do his will in my life. I come to him alone, feeling sorrowful in the depths of my heart. I come to him alone grieving for the dreams that have been lost. I come to him alone seeking his forgiveness for my selfishness and sin. I come to him alone, not expecting to find answers, wallowing in self-pity. But I find him. I hear his voice calling to me. And he does this most amazing thing. He walks with me. And he talks with me. And he tells me I am his own. And the joy we share together is a joy I have never known.He listens to me. He laughs with me. He helps me see where he is working in my life. He gives me new perspectives and shows me how he is working in other lives around me. He shares with me his love and comfort for me to share with others.And I feel refreshed. I drink him in like the rose in the desert garden when the dew falls. I am ready to start my day. I am ready to move the mountains in my life. I have faith that he walks beside me. He doesn’t judge me. He doesn’t complain. He loves me without condition.John 10:4-5 He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he gets them all out, he leads them and they follow because they are familiar with his voice.2 Corinthians 1:3-5 All praise to the God and Father of our Master, Jesus the Messiah! Father of all mercy! God of all healing counsel! He comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us. We have plenty of hard times that come from following the Messiah, but no more so than the good times of his healing comfort—we get a full measure of that, too.“In the Garden” written by C. Austin Miles in 1912 at the request of his publisher to write a new song that would be “sympathetic in tone, breathing tenderness in every line; one that would bring hope to the hopeless, rest for the weary, and downy pillows to dying beds.” (From http://joyfulministry.com/inthegart.htm)I come to the garden alone,While the dew is still on the roses;And the voice I hear, falling on my earThe Son of God discloses.And He walks with meAnd He talks with me,And He tells me I am His own,And the joy we share as we tarry there,None other has ever known.