The Franklin Street Garden

“We get pulled out of our own peaceful “garden moments” and lured into the chaos—school pressure, relationship drama, comparison, distraction—name your battle.

We forget what it felt like to sit with God. To be still.

Every time I left that little garden, I’d walk straight back into the noise. And it wasn’t always easy to hold on to the peace I’d just found.

It’s like that for all of us. We have these sacred, quiet moments with God—then life hits. Monday comes. The group chat blows up. Our to-do lists take over.”

Excerpt From

Ever-Present

Amelia Fisher

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