I come to the Garden Alone – meeting God at a Solitary Place – in the Jungle of Belize

I COME TO THE GARDEN ALONE.

The songwriter wrote:

I come to the garden alone

While the dew is still on the roses

And the voice I hear falling on my ear

The Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me and 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.

He speaks and the sound of His voice,

Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,

And the melody that He gave to me

Within my heart is ringing.

Today as I went into my garden all alone to pick some berries and some cherries, I was taken back to some precious childhood memories.  I grew up with 5 siblings and a cousin on a farm, so there were always fun activities, and noise in our yard.  Yes, we were the outdoor…