'Because Souls Are Like Gardens' is a collection of fictional and non-fictional musings—anywhere from life's quirky moments and general happenings, to thoughts and experiences around Jesus, the Kingdom, and truth. Much like a garden, what is planted here today, will be different to what is planted here tomorrow. Happy Pickin's!
What if the ‘you’ who lives deep beneath your appearance wasn’t actually hidden away by your flesh way back in the Garden of Eden? Was your flesh even noticed in the Garden of Eden to begin with? Or was something greater—more real and far more eternal— noticed by others first?
It’s kinda a fun study to take a few minutes to watch a non-believing church service. (For example, an atheistic church service: They can be found on YouTube.) It’s interesting to watch it with eyes wide open to what looks like ‘rightness’ and same-same patterns of church, yet it is (simultaneously) sad that the absence of the person of Yeshua can be felt…
I love how creativity has a tendency to bypass mindsets whilst it simultaneously opens hearts. I can remember stopping in front of an abstract painting one day (years ago) and weeping from…
The sound of gongs fills the space. Empty clanging, metallic noise. It is the sound of head-dwelling and heart avoidance; a mechanical absence of love…
The interactions were shallow. Information-based. Void of heart. Third or fourth-hand experiences but never inspired from within…
Opinions are not the same as truth. Opinions are fluid personal judgments which follow or rebel against the shifting sands of public discourse, belief or culture. They are ‘here’ one minute and over ‘there’ the next. They are always changing, never dependable, and can tend to be feelings-based. Andrew Wommack says, “opinions are like noses: everyone has them, but there’s usually a couple of holes in them…”
Jesus has ‘translated’ us from the tyranny and oppression of the kingdom of darkness into His Kingdom of light, where we walk in the completeness of His Name, the fullness of what He did, and within the power of His authority (Colossians 1:12-17). We are not of this world; we have been born again from above…
Off in the distance, smoke rises. As bombs are dropped, distant voices rise above the roar of rubble and death. Some voices plead for attention, for drama, for fear and for failure….
I am sad that people still fall victim (myself included) to clever predatory language perpetrated by divisive media outlets, tertiary institutions and professors, and political orators. Intellectualism has risen to god-like status. (I’m kinda writing free here… let’s just see where this leads.) Our own understanding gets us into a lot of trouble at times. … Continue reading LOVE
I remember sitting at the piano as a kid, feeling the ivory keys beneath my fingertips and the resonance of the notes moving around me; the hammers hitting the strings and creating a tangible hum…
Good question… who told you?
I’m done living in a perpetual future-casting mindset. I am learning to rest in ‘my now’.
Identity is not a label. It is not who or what others say you are. It is not a bank account, a medal, a persuasion, a job or an ability…
How often do we try to fill our need for true human interaction with shallow social media ‘knowledge’ about someone instead of taking the time to create a genuine in-person connection with them?
We often live life from the perspectives of past or future, but how often do we stop to enjoy the moment we are actually in? How often do we stop to enjoy and be thankful for our ‘now’?
Is failing really failure, or the opening up of an opportunity or invitation to learn?
Let go of micromanagement and watch the people in your team begin to dream, create and achieve, through the gift of freedom.
When you shine, child of God, the atmosphere reflects that shine.
Religion says, “do.” Jesus says, “abide.” Religion says, “know about.” Jesus says, “know Me.” Religion says, “perform!” Jesus says, “follow Me.” The two couldn’t be more different.
Reflecting over life today, and taking some moments to be thankful to Yeshua for answered prayer, his protection and guidance, and for hope—for who He is as well as what He does.
I see the beauty of Papa’s heart reflected in creation. I see the gold of His motives in the sunset and His grace spilling out across the sea…
When initially the sheep had been still, all was calm. But now they were bolting left, right and centre, the ground was stirred up. Just the sounds of their moving hooves was breeding fear among them. Panic was begetting panic. Literally, because they were so focused on the non-existent fear of it all, they didn’t have time to stop, think, or even assess if what first began the raucous mob behaviour was even “a thing”…
Sweaty palms, uncontrollable shaking, heart racing, self fragmenting. Restriction squeezing breath from lungs. Not seeing through eyes, but rather, through panicked, crackling frequencies of flick-flick-flick-flickering light… but there is a way out.
The old has gone and the new has come. Yesterday’s buds (revelations, being wise in our own eyes, churchianity, christianese, and ‘right’ inspirations) are now withered, and are being pruned away for fruitfulness. Newness is budding on the branches of the Vine.
…most wars are incensed and driven by propaganda through news media sources, entertainment, and (now) social media algorithms… but do we need to oblige propaganda in this way?
Being a child of our Heavenly Father is simple: we get to place our hand in His and copy what He does.
I don’t know how it happened, but slowly, like a dripping tap and without me being even a teensy bit aware of it, my eyes had wandered from Jesus and onto a plethora of other things. I had lost my first love. The flame in my belly had waned to but a few coals and the flicker of life had all but disappeared…
How do we see the new spiritual landscape we already intuit by the Spirit of God? Where is it? And how do we get there?
I was in the heart of Melbourne sitting in a Max Brenners, enjoying the company of two brilliant friends and the exorbitance of chocolate deliciousness (!), when something landed on my head. Thinking it was a bug, I did a miniature freak-out dance as I attempted to swipe / flick whatever was on my head, off…
Child within, we are in a time where the paper kingdoms of the world are being brought down. Are you ready to be you again? Are you ready to dream again? Are you ready to stand in your place of freedom and just.be.you? I can’t wait to see you partnering with ushering in the new.
The Son of God has a name. His name is not ‘source’. It is not ‘spiritual essence’. It is not ‘an ascended master’. His name holds the highest of importance.
The fragrance of His presence in us is captivating to others. How beautiful He is!
Sometimes you’ve just gotta embrace an offbeat approach to life because on the beat can fast become monotonous and boring…
May the garden of you grow in accordance with the Kingdom DNA Jesus has placed there… life is welling up.
Because I am a words person, there are days when I hear too many words and my brain can’t keep up. This is when overwhelm can kick in. Why? Well, I muse over words. I say them. I like to savour their rhythms, intonations, combinations and meanings in the same way another might savour a fine wine or a favourite meal. Words mean something to me. So when I see words being used as weapons, it angers me…
I reflect on all of the activity taking place in my garden: "The leaves really do move as though they are clapping their hands. The She Oak sings and sways in response to gentle breezes. There is movement in the pond where the fish zip back and forth, and somewhere off in the distance a kookaburra laughs about the rain that is coming from a distant place."
I’m sure many, many of you have had encounters with, dated, grown up with, or lived with someone with narcissistic personality disorder. For those of you who have, the disorder driving the world stages at the moment likely feels very familiar to you. Watching the globalist agendas unfold with their gaslighting, tempers, future-faking, goalpost shifting, victim-blaming, exploitation, demeaning, bullying, psychological abuse, and so forth, is like watching psychological warfare in action. Actually, it’s not ‘like’ watching it: it ‘is’ watching it…
“And I will give you the keys to the Kingdom so that whatsoever you bind on earth shall have been bound in Heaven, and whatsoever you loose on earth shall have been loosed in heaven!”
As sons and daughters of God, we can remind creation of who it is and Whose it is.
The beauty of regeneration and innocence as they meet and appreciate the joy of hope.
Where am I and where are You? It is as though a light switch is flicked on and my hands burn with fire. My heart gate opens. Jesus, I am enamoured with Your eyes. The deep pools; the deep wells; the deep places that eternally call to deep places. It’s funny you know, Jesus, I … Continue reading Snapshot Glimpses
When life feels overwhelming and everything seems just a little too ‘extra’, there is a way to step into resolve and peace.
You can break free from the system of fear and judgment. You were created to shine brightly. I believe in you!
Since I was little, I have heard the voice of Jesus saying, “all eyes on Me!” This cry is especially relevant in the times we are now living in… All eyes on Jesus!
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