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!
When friends repeatedly suggested I write about this and share it publicly, I physically nodded ‘yes’, but inwardly recoiled—“no”. And that’s how it stayed for over two months, until this morning…
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?
Am feeling really strongly the power, the life, the hope —the aroma of the Spirit of God—that embraces hearts when encouragement floods a space…
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.”
It’s kinda a fun study to take a few minutes to watch a non-believing church service. (For example, an atheistic church service: They can be found on YouTube.) It’s interesting to watch it with eyes wide open to what looks like ‘rightness’ and same-same patterns of church, yet it is (simultaneously) sad that the absence of the person of Yeshua can be felt…
I remember sitting at the piano as a kid, feeling the ivory keys beneath my fingertips and the resonance of the notes moving around me; the hammers hitting the strings and creating a tangible hum…
Good question… who told you?
Reflecting over life today, and taking some moments to be thankful to Yeshua for answered prayer, his protection and guidance, and for hope—for who He is as well as what He does.
Being a child of our Heavenly Father is simple: we get to place our hand in His and copy what He does.
I don’t know how it happened, but slowly, like a dripping tap and without me being even a teensy bit aware of it, my eyes had wandered from Jesus and onto a plethora of other things. I had lost my first love. The flame in my belly had waned to but a few coals and the flicker of life had all but disappeared…
