The Garden Within

Are you ready to meet with God in the secret place of your soul? To have a face to face encounter with Him? His heart meeting with yours? Do you have a deep desire to be whole and free? To find out your destiny in Him, and for Him?

Then join me in this journey to the Garden Within, this journey to wholeness. Jesus, the Master Gardener absolutely knows what you were born for because He created you for that purpose. He is perfecting you into His image. Before you were ever born He knew you. He walked and talked with you in the very same garden you will enter on this journey. Will you let Him, the Pruner, fashion you into His very image?

My hearts desire in "The Garden Within" journey, is for God Himself to touch and heal your soul, your very being, who you are; and then to reveal to you your restored, flourishing garden (or soul), so that then you can in turn nurture others and help them to grow and be fruitful. With the ultimate goal being, to fill the whole earth with the knowledge of God!!!

“Here on the ground which is hard now, I will make it a vineyard” ~ God

~Behold He Comes~ Ally was at her home, outside in the yard and working in her garden when she saw a little sparrow fly by as if beckoning her to follow him. She took off her gardening gloves and walked toward her new fluffy friend. “What’s over there?” Ally asked. It was then she found herself before a great garden wall. You could only tell it was a wall because of its massive height, straight up vertically to the sky, and reaching as far as she could see horizontally. It was one of the most amazing sights she had ever seen. The wall was covered in ivy and sprayed over with brilliant purple clematis, climbing roses with petals of white pink and lavender, and pale creamy honeysuckle, which seemed to be dancing in her sight. “It’s a garden,” chirped the bird. “Where’s the door to get inside?” Ally asked. It was then He approached her, the most captivating man she had ever seen in her life. He had wavy, shoulder-length hair, and he walked towards her in strength and majesty. The love that came from his eyes as he came near pierced her heart; just looking at His smile, she realized that she was accepted and loved and adored. She knew in her heart who He was, this was her Beloved, her Jesus. “I am the door.” He spoke! He is speaking to me, she thought and was standing in awe of Him. The words that came from His mouth were sweeter to her than anything she had ever tasted, and more aromatic than any fragrance she has ever smelled. She responded, “Your words are like honey to my soul, I feel them reach into my mind, my heart, and my emotions; they bring such a sweetness to me.” “Your soul,” He said, “that’s where I am taking you, through this door. I am the door into the garden of your soul.

Ally looked at Him a bit perplexed.

“You are a garden enclosed, and I call you my promised bride.” He held out His hand to her. “Rise up my love, my fair one and come away with Me into the secret place, into the garden within you.” “Please,” Ally said, “do not look at me; and do not take me in there, for I am afraid that I have taken care of and kept other gardens, but my own garden I have not cared for or kept.” He looked deep into her eyes and spoke with more care and compassion in His voice than she had ever heard before. “Before you were ever born, I knew you, I cared for you, and I walked and talked with you in this very garden, through this door.” He pointed to Himself, yet she could see the enormous door He was about to push open with His mighty right hand. “This garden was alive, and awake, and flourishing, it was full of Me.” He smiled because He knew her, and He knew He was the Author and Finisher of her story, and He had already seen her garden in its fullest state.

He opened the door and they entered, and Ally’s heart sunk. It looked to be dead,. O Lord, it’s too late, she thought, it’s gone. For all she could see were brown, ugly masses of twisted branches, dead flowers, and fruitless trees. She thought about how her own garden at her home looked after the winter had taken its toll and had passed. He seemed to have read her mind, for the next words that came from His mouth were, “I would know.” He seemed to look right through her. “Know what?” she answered sheepishly.

“I would know if it is dead or alive.” He then took out a small sword and grabbed a little branch that was lying motionless on the ground. When He cut off a sliver of it, Ally gasped. She felt it in her innermost being because He had actually touched her very soul. “The wick,” He said with a smile, “Do you see it?” He held the branch out towards her, “It’s green! This garden is not dead; it is as alive as you and Me.”

Can this really be happening, Ally thought, that it is not too late? That He could still bring change and life to what looked and felt to be dead and lost?

He interrupted her thought. “It is time,” He said, “Ally.” She looked up at Him, and while gazing deep into His eyes, she saw her own reflection and was taken away with such love and affection for this man. As she was being held by His eyes, she repeated “Time,” after realizing she had drifted away in His love for a moment. “Do you want to stay this way?” He asked.

She held her breath and He knew her answer.

“Then come away with me, my Beloved, for the winter is past, the rain is over and gone, the flowers appear on the earth, and the time of spring has come. Rise up. ” He gently held out His right hand, and Ally took hold. At that moment He grabbed her very heart. “I’ll never, ever let you go.” He spoke tenderly, and to her soul.

The Healing Begins

She went with Him. They ascended first some rocky steps, up a hillside, it seemed. Her Beloved said to her, “Oh my Ally, while you are here in the seclusion of these rocks in your garden, in this secret and sheltered place with and in Me, let Me see your face, and let Me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is so lovely to Me.”

Ally was walking with her head hanging down, ashamed of the mess she had allowed her garden to become.

Jesus stopped her, put His hand under her chin and lifted up her head. They were face to face.

Her heart was suddenly touched, and she began to fervently sing to Him an old song that she had loved, but had forgotten all about because of the hardness of circumstances in her life. She sang, and the song once again came from deep within. Not just words coming from her mouth, but with deep emotion and with all of her heart. All she wanted to do at that moment was to worship Him, because there they were, in the garden of her soul, face to face.

He was looking attentively into her eyes, her soul.

She was loved by God Himself, and at that moment she knew it. At the same time her thoughts were churning. She had been so consumed with her circumstances that she had ceased worshipping the lover of her soul. I’m so sorry, Jesus, forgive me.

She knew He heard every one of her thoughts by the look on His face.

Everything around them appeared to be dead, but yet Ally felt a little life, a little hope, and a little sun. She glanced at the ground and saw one tiny green shoot coming up, about an inch tall. It was almost all covered up with weeds. She bent down and pulled the weeds away from the tiny little plant.