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!
As our feet move upon the earth, the earth recognises who we are and Who it is that we carry. It recognises the love we give, the hope we speak, and the joy written upon the tablets of our hearts. As our feet fall upon mountains and valleys, dirt paths and grass, we carry the Greatest of all gardeners within us and—like Him—we create gardens wherever we go…
This relentlessly smooth always-headed-somewhere-safe freeway has been my companion for years. Its wide, black surface first captured my attention when I decided one day that I needed an adventure…
Tickled curls frame tiny faces. Chubby cheeks grin beneath twinkling eyes that peer over the shoulders of the King as He carries them. Delights in them. These little ones might be small in stature, but they are wise…
The mainstream media are a mouthpiece and a voice for the narcissist. The media are the ones giving the narcissist its power. Most all long cons of the narcissist are woven and wielded by words…
Hope. An ocean. Unity. A light.
Are governments and their media currently disseminating information about ‘freedom’ or ‘coercion’? When wrong is seen as right and right is seen as wrong, it becomes very difficult to work out which way is up anymore.
Dearheart, I can no longer enable you. For too long I have listened to you Berate yourself about how you function, How you look, And how you think. The words you continuously speak Denote how much you hate yourself, But—although they seem real enough to you…
I have partaken in ongoing personal and social observations over the past decade. These observations have been based upon the things that have happened when my presence (or person) has been removed from different meetings, places, and people groups (whether through circumstance or by choice)…
The war on your mind is real, as is the war on truth. We must take care and be awake to the fact that there are those in the world who are reflecting the father of lies and who will repeat what he says until conformity to a slave mindset happens…
Please don’t despair. The heart of this nation is beating. Can you hear it—can you hear the rhythm? It is growing. Please, I implore you, stop for a moment and see if you can sense it. Feel it’s frequency. Can you locate it? What does the beating heart of this nation sound like?
Because Souls Are Like Gardens 