Some colours of my country…
Colours of My Country Australia
Author: catiejade
You Being You
Sometimes you’ve just gotta embrace an offbeat approach to life because on the beat can fast become monotonous and boring…
Is It Planted By Our Father?
How often do we plant things thinking that they are of our Father, but in actual fact, they are of ourselves or of others?
The Garden Within
May the garden of your grow in accordance with the Kingdom DNA Jesus has placed there… life is welling up.
Words and ‘Thank You’
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…
Into the Garden
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."
Crying Wolf
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…
Ancient Keys
“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!”
Rainforest
As sons and daughters of God, we can remind creation of who it is and Whose it is.
Two Feet
The beauty of regeneration and innocence as they meet and appreciate the joy of hope.
Because Souls Are Like Gardens 