Dearest Daughter of God, Take a deep breath, slip off your shoes, and ground yourself in this truth – God is faithful. the glasshouse The glasshouse falls quiet. A somber note hums through the reeds and even the Nocturnum Orchids stay still, their blooms closed despite the darkness. Moonlight spills over the surface of the water, broken only by our toes at the water’s edge. A tentative swirl. We rest a moment. The Master Gardner is here. He pauses with us and offers to wash our feet. Night sounds fill our ears and our minds, and we dare to stop. To quiet the world and accept this gift. This moment.…

Dearest Daughter of God, Take a deep breath. No matter what circumstances have led to this moment, let them go, breathe them out, and step into the glasshouse. ‘His house is my shelter and secret retreat. It is there I find peace in the midst of storm and turmoil. Safety sits with me in the hiding place of God. He will set me on a rock, high above the fray.’ Psalm 27:5 (VOICE) the glasshouse Come in out of the weather. Let me take your coat. You won’t need it. Not here. Breathe deep, Daughter of God. You’re safe. The Master Gardener has long been at work in this place…