Because Souls Are Like Gardens
'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!
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!
Some colours of my country…
Sometimes you’ve just gotta embrace an offbeat approach to life because on the beat can fast become monotonous and boring…
How often do we plant things thinking that they are of our Father, but in actual fact, they are of ourselves or of others?
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."
Because Souls Are Like Gardens 