Meeting Him in the Garden

First Prayer Walk in the Garden — Sunset & Sacred Moments

Last night, just as the sun was setting below the tree line, we finished our very first prayer walk in the garden. The air was still—and we could feel the presence of the Lord moving.

Throughout Scripture, the moon marks times and seasons, a faithful witness in the sky.

“It shall be established forever like the moon, even like the faithful witness in the sky.” – Psalm 89:37 NKJV

It reminds us of God’s order, His rhythms, and how creation itself declares His glory.

“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows His handiwork.” – Psalm 19:1 NKJV

As we walked and prayed, we stepped into that ancient rhythm—offering up thanksgiving, intercession, and declarations over the land. It was a holy beginning. A simple act of obedience that felt deeply significant. A reminder that God is moving in cycles of restoration, redemption, and renewal.

“To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven.” – Ecclesiastes 3:1 NKJV

There’s something powerful about praying outdoors, walking the land, and declaring God’s Word where seeds grow and life is cultivated. About praying in the garden, where creation itself listens and responds. About praying with your family over what is to come, and having complete faith in wherever the Lord leads.

“Commit your way to the Lord, trust also in Him, and He shall bring it to pass.” – Psalm 37:5 NKJV

This is just the start—but we believe something has been planted in the Spirit tonight that will bear eternal fruit. We believe the fruit harvested here will plant more seeds than we can imagine.

“Those who sow in tears shall reap in joy. He who continually goes forth weeping, bearing seed for sowing, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.” – Psalm 126:5–6 NKJV

“From the rising of the sun to its going down, the Lord’s name is to be praised.” – Psalm 113:3 NKJV

We’re watching, listening, and following.

Lord, keep leading us.

“May the soil be fertile, the harvest be bountiful and the farmer never grow weary.”

Blessings,

Farmer Mandy