May the garden of you grow in accordance with the Kingdom DNA Jesus has placed there… life is welling up.
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."
You can break free from the system of fear and judgment. You were created to shine brightly. I believe in you!
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…
I picked these flowers for myself because I like them and because I am worth them. Why? Well, aside from everything else...
Mary’s little lamb, Polly.
I’ve been thinking about you a lot this week—like a real lot.