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!
Non-fiction and fiction genres depicting who we are and who Jesus is.
Neely rolled to her other side, still curled in a ball. Hugging her pillow and semi-unconscious, some part of her mind became aware of other people in the room. But how could there be? It was the middle of the night. Maybe she was just imagining it. And yet, there was light pressing through her eyelids. How was that possible?
Ghosts and shadows plague tormented minds: Haunted phrases run on loop until insanity nears; They trickle from ceilings, crawl through windows and slink through open doors. Mental assaults from yesterday unravel and dismember peace: “You will never find love because you will never be worthy of it.” “You have no ability—you lack everything required to function.” “Nothing is all you are, and nothing is all you will have….”
This is a true story. Last night someone phoned and asked me to write and share this story, so that she could add to the growing awareness of these issues. I have changed the names and locations in order to protect everyone involved…
We are IN Him and He is IN us. He is closer to us than our next breath. He is our dwelling place. Our hiding place. Psalm 90:1 says, “Lord, YOU HAVE BEEN OUR DWELLING PLACE — throughout all generations.”
We often live life from the perspectives of past or future, but how often do we stop to enjoy the moment we are actually in? How often do we stop to enjoy and be thankful for our ‘now’?
Religion says, “do.” Jesus says, “abide.” Religion says, “know about.” Jesus says, “know Me.” Religion says, “perform!” Jesus says, “follow Me.” The two couldn’t be more different.
…most wars are incensed and driven by propaganda through news media sources, entertainment, and (now) social media algorithms… but do we need to oblige propaganda in this way?
How do we see the new spiritual landscape we already intuit by the Spirit of God? Where is it? And how do we get there?
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."
As sons and daughters of God, we can remind creation of who it is and Whose it is.
