Let my "winter of adversity" grow submissiveness and patience and prayer.
Let my "spring of promise" abound in hope.
Let my "summer of attainment" show the blossoms of thanksgiving and humility.
Let my "autumn of fruit" be dedicated to God's glory and praise.
I must reverence God's hedges: the restraints of His providence, the warnings of His Word, the bounds imposed by an enlightened conscience, the forbiddings of the Holy Spirit. I must have no wish for the profane wasteland outside.
If the garden of the soul is to maintain beauty and fragrance must not the waters of my spiritual life be constantly renewed? Must I not return daily to the Well from which the living streams flow ever forth?
There should be no weeds in the garden of a regenerated life. May the Lord the Spirit fill me to overflowing, that my holiness may be spontaneous, enthusiastic, exuberant--not fettered and checked by the weeds of sin.
So I shall walk in peace and pleasantness; and in the garden God will talk with me.