My brother and his wife gave me a basket full of "flip-flop" things for my summer birthday; plaques and magnets, a pair of pink and yellow flowered flip-flops and lots more.

Early one day my four year old grandson Clay found the basket in the closet. We headed out to the backyard with the ceramic flip-flops, resembling garden stones.

As Clay and I were deciding where to place them, I lined them up as if they were taking a step. I told Clay it looks likes someone is walking in the garden. Then he said, "Maybe it's God!"

It reminded me of the the chorus of the old hymn that is precious to our family, so I taught Clay the words:

"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."

The story goes like this...when Clay's Grandpa Curt was a little boy, about three years old, his family was in church and this hymn had just been sung. Curt looked up at his mother and asked, "Who's Andy?"

Precious.

God is walking in my garden and I experienced inexpressible joy as Clay and I met Him there.

"He will teach us His ways, so that we may walk in His paths." Isaiah 2:3