9/6/26 “Good morning Lord,” I bow. I look up and smile. “How I love you!” He pulls me in and holds me… I breathe a while. “Just you, just me,” I sing. I have entered the Center of My Garden in a pink dress and with a gift. I place the apple next to the Lord on the table. “Lord the Holy Spirit suggested I bring this and He supplied me with it. “Delicious, we will enjoy it today.” “Yes.” I then look to him for what he would say.
Song of Solomon 2:3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
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