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!
Opinions are not the same as truth. Opinions are fluid personal judgments which follow or rebel against the shifting sands of public discourse, belief or culture. They are ‘here’ one minute and over ‘there’ the next. They are always changing, never dependable, and can tend to be feelings-based. Andrew Wommack says, “opinions are like noses: everyone has them, but there’s usually a couple of holes in them…”
Jesus has ‘translated’ us from the tyranny and oppression of the kingdom of darkness into His Kingdom of light, where we walk in the completeness of His Name, the fullness of what He did, and within the power of His authority (Colossians 1:12-17). We are not of this world; we have been born again from above…
I am sad that people still fall victim (myself included) to clever predatory language perpetrated by divisive media outlets, tertiary institutions and professors, and political orators. Intellectualism has risen to god-like status. (I’m kinda writing free here… let’s just see where this leads.) Our own understanding gets us into a lot of trouble at times. … Continue reading LOVE
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…
Is failing really failure, or the opening up of an opportunity or invitation to learn?
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.
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.
I see the beauty of Papa’s heart reflected in creation. I see the gold of His motives in the sunset and His grace spilling out across the sea…
Sweaty palms, uncontrollable shaking, heart racing, self fragmenting. Restriction squeezing breath from lungs. Not seeing through eyes, but rather, through panicked, crackling frequencies of flick-flick-flick-flickering light… but there is a way out.
The old has gone and the new has come. Yesterday’s buds (revelations, being wise in our own eyes, churchianity, christianese, and ‘right’ inspirations) are now withered, and are being pruned away for fruitfulness. Newness is budding on the branches of the Vine.
