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 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…
One particular evening, I had fallen asleep kind of early, but was awoken just before midnight by two voices talking on either side of my bed in a language I didn’t understand. They were deep, strong, melodic voices and as they talked, I could feel love and holiness (I can’t explain what holiness feels like, only that I didn’t know whether I should stay still, sit up, or even dare to put my feet on the ground) moving from whichever dimensions they were stood in, and in through to my room…
What do you fear? Sickness? Death? Financial ruin? Relationship breakups? Fears like these are based on earthly judgment systems that have real consequences according to earth’s laws and legalities.
We tend to lean heavily on our own understanding even though we have alternatively been given an invitation to lean into His solutions by acknowledging Him in all parts of our worlds. We have an opportunity to hand over our own conclusions and summations and to incline our ears to His heart….
Next time you look up at the stars and catch a little shimmer, or a ripple of light, remember: that one star is singing out into the expanse of time and space about how much our God is love and about how much He loves every part of creation.
You will. You must. In your government you trust. No questions here. No dissenting there. You’re bound by order, not by care. Do this or you’re selfish. Do that cause you’ve no choice…
Smoke clouds billow, choke, and roll; Bleak is the day and Dark is the night, And yet we stand in fight, flight, fright or freeze, Instead of voicing truth and hope— We speak aloud discordant tones Of beliefs and choices, Emotions and retaliations, And of theologies and doctrines Personalised through carefully crafted filters of ‘good versus evil’ and ‘evil versus good.’
This wide open field Is sprinkled with gold From the faces of flowers Sown here long ago.
What did it look like when Queen Esther carried a message about her people to the highest place in the land? Was she fearful? Of course she was. But was her love for her people stronger? Absolutely. And her God? Most definitely. That love misplaced her fear. But make no qualms about it; it was still a life or death situation Esther stepped into.
