I love sitting out in the back yard by the garden. I turn the sprinkler on and watch the morning sunlight highlight the green leaves and sparkle in the drops of water. I don’t want to wither in our dry world like I see so many Christians withering. I want to be like a watered garden. Yes, the garden must be different than the rest of the yard. It is different so that it can yield fruit for me and have something to give to others. It is growing more than the rest of the yard because it is soaking up the water I’m giving it. It would be destroyed if it wasn’t for my protective boundary of dear-x all around it. It is a little work, but it is such a delight. I love watered gardens and the analogies they proclaim.
If thou take away from the midst of thee the yoke, the putting forth of the finger, and speaking of vanity; And if thou draw out they soul to the hungry, and satisfy the afflicted soul; a bunch of very good things will happen including thou shalt be like a watered garden. (See Isa. 58:7) On the contrary, the rebellious dwell in a dry land. (See Psalm 68:6)