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 see Jesus stepping onto platforms made from wood and nails, cement and bricks, electronics and social media, hearts and minds—platforms that have been made for religion, culture and the entertainment of man. Platforms that have made God subservient to their own agendas, ideas, and desires...
Wowsers. The panic buying in Brisbane yesterday was other-level—oh mylanta! Hahaha! Meat - gone! Milk - gone! Bread - gone! Toilet paper making yet another exit…
If I am to be honest, sometimes seasons like this can be burdensome and tiring (depending on which lens I choose to look through), but just now in worship I began seeing some things that I now feel led to share with you. They are eternal things I value and treasure...
For this past week I have been seeing a black scorpion appear from underground and wreak havoc in people’s lives—more specifically...
I see small sailboats gliding over water. The water is pristine. Calm. Clear and enticing. The sailboats are all headed in the same direction with the breath of Holy Spirit...
Jesus, You are our word made flesh. You are our king of kings and our lord of lords. You are our great high priest, our bright and morning star. You drive back darkness...
I picked these flowers for myself because I like them and because I am worth them. Why? Well, aside from everything else...
We see and hear what we want to see and hear, except on those occasions that we see and hear automatically based upon the belief systems and cultures we have grown up in, or have naturally clung to. And while this might be the case, underpinning every single person currently seeing and hearing, are basic … Continue reading My Own Need to Be Right
So many people saying prayers, creeds, “praise Hims” and “Hallelujahs” without any (or at least maybe a strained) actual heart connection with the Person they’re proclaiming those things about. Their relationship with God either doesn’t exist, or it exists, but it’s stuck, because...
Who would have thought a small town of 1,400 people could call the heart so?
