Rosalee's holy of holies

There is perhaps a holy of holies in this eden of ours we call Fair Haven.  This is hyperbole, but the metaphor is apt in its understanding of the universal nature of God’s grace; if you are looking for holy spaces because the earth is his and all those that dwell therein, you often find them.  So I will continue with my story and hope that you can have ears to hear.  This holy place is our neighbor’s Rosalee making.  It is a ramshackled old hut patched and held together here and there by additions over 30 or 40 years.  A shack done old school, much like your great grandmother's beautiful old quilt made from scraps of cloth cut out of long worn and worn-out old clothes.  This shack is a patchwork of material that was handy at the time.  But the reality is that the shack is actually the veil surrounding the holy of holies.  When you pull back the veil the garden of holy eden opens to you and is filled with the most gloriest of glory filled radiance; God’s actual goodness in flower form; orchids.  Now orchids are enchanting for many reasons but form and color are the most treasured.  I don’t know the fairy tale that brought Rosalee, orchids, and God together but the tale is as filled with miraculous glory as any you might have read.  It is the enchanted forest, the emerald isle, the ancient Eden albeit in the fallen world.  My wife and I have been given the gracious southern gift of “dropping in” any time our hearts need rededicated to the God of all graces…and Rosalee’s eden always brings us back to Him.