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!
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.’
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)…
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...
On Thursday morning two weeks ago as I took the trash out before leaving for work, I halted mid-motion under the skyscape above. I must admit, I may have looked a little meerkat-like after poking my head out of my burrow (apartment) and then climbing all the way out in response to the “wowness” of the sky...
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...
So after many years, I think I finally get it (just dove right on in there, didn’t I?) If you live according to the flesh (place your eyes on your flesh) you will reap the things...
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...
The flames of truth and love flicker and flare in the eyes of our King. There is no mistaking or misreading His intentions. He is not at all subtle (which I am entirely grateful for because I am so very literal), and He is purposeful in His pursuit. Why? because it is His desire that no one would perish... "for God so loved the world" (John 3:16). In our King's Throne Room, there is never-ending thunder and lightning. They declare His presence. His dominion. His holiness. And the sound of His voice is carried with clarity and authority above it all—it is stunning in the Throne Room of our King.
Because Souls Are Like Gardens 