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!
Many, many times in the Word, God’s people faced heinous circumstances for simply loving Him. The circumstances they faced were not created or caused by God, but rather, by the enemy…the Thief. The Word says that the “Thief comes to steal, kill and destroy, but I (Jesus) have come that you might have life and life more abundant” (John 10:10)…
Let go of the chains that society demands your identity be attached to—because no one has ever broken free of chains by binding themselves to yet more chains. Freedom doesn’t work that way. Freedom involves letting go—loving yourself and loving others without agenda, judgment, or political alignment. Freedom involves agreeing to disagree and championing truth, life, individuality, and creativity. Freedom involves drawing the gold out of one another, instead of segregating according to difference. Why not let the chains fall away and become a child of freedom?
Silken pinions; flutter, float and drift, hundreds-strong In and out; they waft and weave—without a care…
In the beginning, we had it all. We had constant connection with our Heavenly Father (El Shaddai) and genuine governance over all creation. We had been given the ability to caretake in supernatural and providential ways, and to see El Shaddai’s Kingdom through the eyes of our hearts—there were no blockages between us and Him. The fullness of His frequency was meshed with our own...
Cath? Why can’t you be more logical, More rational, More sequential And more commonsensical In your thinking?
Softly, gently, I unfurl my wings And rise on the life of Your breath Into timeless places With no beginning and no end, And I am found in You, Perfect One. You’re my place of constant rest, Where I am absent from the stuff, spit and clay Of my own mess....
As we imbibe His love and Allow a space, For our eyes to meet with His...
My womb once held a promise. A future. A hope and a dream. A child with ten fingers, ten toes, two eyes, one nose, and one spirit fashioned directly by the Light Himself. A child with my DNA bound and woven into the written notes of his or her being...
From nothing to something Words spun, Movement gathered, Water flowed. Dust to flesh, Bone on bone, Breath in lungs— You awakened to your Creator...
The sounds of pure, clear wind chimes travel to my heart on gentle south-easterly winds. They sing to me...
