I entered the garden, my head stuffed with thoughts. (I’m so busy, but I’m not making enough money. When will my “next big thing” arrive? Am I on the wrong path?) It was my husband’s idea, getting year-round passes to our city’s botanical gardens. “We’ll always have something to do on the weekend,” he said. Now (What on earth prompted me to say what I said to our pastor last night? Do I need to bring dessert to the barbecue tonight?) we were there, and my head just would not shut up. Words clanged inside my brain. (Whatwherewhowhenwhatififnotthenwhynot?)

 But then something funny happened. God took over. He hit me with smells and textures and green, leafy things. Tea roses in yellow, pink and peach. Strawberry-and-cream pansies. Phlox and flares, lupins and live-4-evers. Orange poppies blooming big as my outstretched hand. Thyme, lavender, lemon verbena. I was knocked out flat.

And suddenly, all I could hear was the wind and the birds and my mind crooning rejoice in the Lord always, again I say rejoice. Rejoice in the Lord always, again I say rejoice. Rejoice! Rejoice! Again I say rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Again I say rejoice!

 I takes a lot to shut off my brain. Fortunately for me, God knew where to send me to make it happen.