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!
We see and hear what we want to see and hear, except on those occasions that we see and hear automatically based upon the belief systems and cultures we have grown up in, or have naturally clung to. And while this might be the case, underpinning every single person currently seeing and hearing, are basic … Continue reading My Own Need to Be Right
I’ve been thinking about you a lot this week—like a real lot.
Living in a small country town has had it’s benefits—especially during CoVid. Even though I live alone, I have been grateful for much: the obvious and the not-so-obvious...
I suppose it would be easy For this universe and the next To collapse in on themselves— Whether through fatigue or choice— In response to the chaotic airwaves currently Having their say, Their way, Their complete disregard for Who Jesus is, Where He stands, And what He wants...
I woke to the sound of my flatmate leaving for work. I heard what I thought were his footsteps walking down the hallway, his keys jangling at the front door as he unlocked it, the chain falling as he unlatched it, and then the squeal of the front door as it opened...
If you’re a believer and you’re fighting battles through particular religious filters and with your own intellect, then Jesus says, “you will have what your faith expects!” (Matt 9:29). In this case, heated discourse and circular debates will likely be one outcome of many...
They will know us by our love,” not by our intellect, our ability to put forth a good argument, or our desire to seek vengeance or strike back.
When I was about three years of age, my mum had just finished doing a kids bible study with me and she left the room. I was sitting on the edge of my bed when I looked up and saw Jesus nailed to the cross. I wasn’t scared or traumatised—even though...
Roughly two weeks ago, I entered into a vision. The vision began in the daytime, but as I stood and watched, the day quickly turned to dusk. Then suddenly, as if a global light switch was flicked off, everything turned to complete darkness. It was...
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.
