When I have placed Fair Haven in order there is a certain level of eternity I experience, it is a twinkling, a vapor, a brief touch of His full attention toward me. The yard is mowed and trimmed, it has rained lately and the grass is fully green, the porch is blown off, the trees we’ve planted are all in summer bloom, the aroma of our earth ripe with care and the river is in a soft rhythm. It is like this is the coming kingdom when we will continually keep the universes, when we will make green and every blade is fescue, when all smells new and we orchard cedars. It will be a studio of unimaginable possibilities, when we have no time and forever is not a thought and we make for Him, for His glories and we will be so filled with honor and success. Our gardens will go on into mountains and dales and will be filled with sculptures we have made and everyone will fly or ride horses. Mowing the yard can be such worship.
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