garden.

There is a spiritual coming of age. For a while you find yourself walking through the garden of scripture, it’s so beautiful - enchanting, really. Each day new blooms arrive, each day the sun gently warms you. You feel content; you feel the buds of joy. Despite your contentment, one day you begin digging in the soil. You let the soil enrich you, become part of you. You pull and tug away the weeds that threaten the garden’s pristine oasis. The garden is yours. Your oasis. You go there each day, and when you are away you long for its romance. You crave the work because you’ve seen the gifts of new life. The colors, the warmth, your labor of love transforming into the mystery of divine resurrection. You are beaming with excitement about the view. Your heart swells with joy as you soak in the presence. You want everyone you know to experience the new blooms, enrich the soil with their hands, and bask in the journey that gives birth to such joy.
Let the world around me melt away as my heart becomes encapsulated by the garden gates. My temple. His tabernacle.

x courtney.