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.’
What did it look like when Queen Esther carried a message about her people to the highest place in the land? Was she fearful? Of course she was. But was her love for her people stronger? Absolutely. And her God? Most definitely. That love misplaced her fear. But make no qualms about it; it was still a life or death situation Esther stepped into.
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)…
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....
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...
This is a thank you note to say I appreciate the fact that in YOU that I LIVE and move and have my being... not through anything else.
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...
