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!
“Learn this well: Unless you dramatically change your way of thinking and become teachable, and learn about heaven’s kingdom realm with the wide-eyed wonder of a child, you will never be able to enter in. Whoever continually humbles himself to become like this gentle child is the greatest one in heaven’s kingdom realm." Matthew 18:3-4
As a tiny, uprooted redwood sapling, I was brought to this city of refuge in the hands of the Master Gardener. In my previous environment, I'd had many near-misses with death because the person I had been gifted to hadn't seen my value. My worth. I was only an
Earlier this year, on two separate occasions of worship whilst at home, I felt the presence of God so strongly in my room that I opened my eyes to find none other than Jesus standing there—very close. He had positioned His face in front of mine
Autumn is a time of year when we on the lower-east side of the country always welcome the milder weather. You know those days when the sun is out but it doesn't burn your skin? Where the breeze has cooled...
Re: Freedom of Information Dear Facebook, Google, and YouTube: After observing your growing take-down of information over recent months, I would encourage you to have a re-read of your first amendment and take stock of the rights written therein. Americans have a right to listen to dissenting voices because America is supposed to be a … Continue reading An Open Letter
I stand alone,Ground beneath and sky above—Gentle breezes that dance with heart Upon my leaves.In this vulnerable place it is difficult for me not toCall to familiar things—To live as I once lived. But I will not, becauseIt was in losing my life that I found this tender place.But if I try—really tryTo find my … Continue reading Tree.
I hear your voice Soft, tender, strong— Its resonance cuts through mist and fog And even though my eyes are clouded, Covered, misted, hidden from light, My heart can see, My heart can hear, My heart can feel where you are. Confusion lies behind tired eyes And occupies real estate in my mind, But You … Continue reading Where I Am Home.
