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school and work. He also went through knee surgery. He had to go to school to read and write again. And the Department of Vocational Rehabilitation had him volunteering at the local YMCA, which was a part-time job with full-time hours. He was so stressed and wanted so much comfort from the Word of God. So he came over, and told me he had something to ask me. Not wanting to be inside my home alone with a man I suggested we take a walk through the park. (After all, the walk was therapy for his knee.) One thing I learned about Scott at the previous Bible study was that I had to stop and let him talk while I listened. Not interrupting, I began to think his question was about the new Bible study. (However, I had hoped secretly that he was interested in me. I had pushed that hope off as a fantasy when I remembered he hadn't been at church, and his own real need now was refreshment from the Holy Spirit of God.)

It had been now five years since my marriage ended. The pain of my divorce had dulled but I still felt the heavy emotions and difficult pains of single parenting that I had to deal with. I had told God that I desired a husband and father for my children. God reassured me in my secret garden that He was there for me and cared for all my concerns because He loves me. God had explained many things to me. He explained that some things would have to take time to heal. He had provided for the kids and I just as He had promised and that wasn't going to change. He promised to be there forever. Wow, right there was the perfect revelation of God doing the gardening. His fruit of the spirit is promised to be Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Gentleness, Faithfulness, Godliness, and Self Control. Our lives needed planting, weeding, watering and then He would reap the harvest.

As Scott and I walked through the park we just talked about different ways we knew God had worked through our lives. For 8 hours we walked. It was late and I said I had to go. He walked me to my apartment picked one of the small tea rose buds and asked me if he could date me. I will have to write again one day to tell you about the fruit we have produced with the love of our God. The fruit we are willing to share, anyway.

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