A year on…

I started this writing blog journey about a year ago and it didn’t get off the ground. Good intentions and all that goes with it never really amounted to much because they were just a whimsy and idea but not an action. So as I was finally getting to cleaning out my email inbox I came across all the WordPress activation emails and realized it had been a year.  A year of not posting anything.  A year of lots happening and lots of worthy material for writing but not a word posted.

So I thought I would start again.  Go back to the beginning of the idea I had. To write a blog on Christian mindfulness and see what happens. Maybe I might find some like minded friends over the internet who share a passion for following Jesus in the garden of life. Of living intentionally with the one thought that Jesus is present wherever I go and is already aware of every thought that passes in my mind.

This is one of my favorite hymns. Charles Austin Miles published it in 1912. While in his darkroom developing photographs he had a  vision of Mary Magdalene crying in the garden where Jesus was buried, until she hears him speak her name.  The words to the song were written from this vision.

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.

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.

I’d stay in the garden with Him Though the night around me be falling, But He bids me go; through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling.

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.