A favorite old song of mine explains how I felt this morning as I got up and took these pictures:
I come to the garden alone
while the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
the Son of God discloses.
And he walks with me and he talks with me,
and he tells me I am his own;
And the joy we share, as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
I love my walk with Him.