Inside out

Hannah Hurnad - Mountains of Spices

""If other nights of sorrow must come to me", she said to herself, "I can never fear nor dread them again, for I know they are only the seasons when the camphire bushes of the king are prepared and made ready to produce the oil of gladness. 

Oh, how lovely his thoughts and plans are, how great is his wonderful goodness and loving kindness. His ways of grace past finding out ! 

Oh that I would always react to sorrow on such a way that it will be overcome and changed into joy." "

This is that gazebo