I love words and symbols. One might attest to the idea words are symbols. I do! When I see a colorful rainbow circling my world I hear you are a promise and, I God, have a promise for you. š
Not sure whom we can contribute this great art and thought to. But, love when we drive or walk by a home or business and words are painted on rocks, carved in wood or sewn in a greeting flag.
This garden greeting brought a bubbling up spring in my soul singing š¶spring up O well within my soul and give to me that life abundantly.š¶
And, out of abundance of joy I was reminded of words recorded by the prophet Ezekiel.
āAnd I will raise up for them a garden of renown, and they will no longer be victims of famine in the land or bear the scorn of the nations.ā Ezekiel 34:29
āA garden of renown.ā
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Love this garden art, Sara! The words, colors and how it is laid out leave an imprint on the mindā¦like making a furrow to plant seeds.
āYour mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, you can grow flowers or you can grow weedsā¦
Time Spent in the garden is well spentā
Reading this, I sure wanted to spend time well and understand the āgarden of renownā. Needing some gardening tips on how to grow flowers, not weeds, I followed the bees this morning to Saraās Bee book, āThe Four Bees, Finding Your Spiritual Giftsā and looked at the āBee of Buddingā and āThe Bee of Blossomingā.
Here is some gardening advice I found:
āFor God says that you, too, can have His mind. You, too, can rise up above the circumstances of your life. You can rise up above the old soul nature that tells you lies, about yourself. Stop using lying powers and speaking untruths about yourself. Donāt speak untruths to yourself, even if you think no one else is listening. You have just put words out into the universe, into the ocean of waves of doubt and fear. You just gave rain to a weed seed and let a weed tree bud in your mind.ā
āLetās not forget the sacred gift of prayer to water our seeds and give sun to our souls.ā Bee of Budding ā Creative Expression; Lesson II – Saying Powerā
āThe entrance of your thinking should be thanksgiving. When you begin to think and speak with power and authority it brings gratitude of heart. This is hard for some because your minds are talking, talking, talking without offering thanks. Worm Words! You canāt seem to stop those worm words. But you will when you use words of gratitude, words that birth gratitude. If you need to write win words down before you can speak them, then force yourself to write. Force your tongue to say WIN! That will eventually stop the other thoughts that are transpiring in your mind.ā The Bee of Blossoming ā Exploding Beauty; Lesson Three – Doing Powerā
I too love words and symbols. I love the art rock you mentioned, which you showed a picture of earlier On thedailylily at your house. I love the garden art as well. (Which I attend on painting.) With all the rain the flowers have grown and the weeds are everywhere).
Like the sign Sara showed a picture of. Debi you relayed, ā Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, you can grow flowers or you can grow weedsā¦
Time Spent in the garden is well spent.ā
Every morning while the dew is heavy under foot I check out every plant. Iām not quite alone as the lyrics from āI Come to the Garden Aloneā. As my two doggies follow me seemingly
to give the plants a second check.
Hear is a portion of the lyrics of the song I mentioned, ā I Come to the Garden Aloneā
Deniece Williams
I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses
And He walks with me and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am his own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known
2.He speaks, and the sound of his voice is so sweet
The birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He give to me
Within my heart is to ringing.
And He walks with me and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am his own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known
I Come to the Garden Alone lyrics Ā© Black Eye Music, Word Music, Llc
As I look around the garden, I see plants lifting up their leaves and heads in praise of the Lord.
The flowers are unfolding showing the beauty God has given them.
The honey bees are already at work
I see weeds that cropped up in the night so no one would suspect
But the light of the morning revealed their ugly heads
I saw the weeds that somehow thought I couldnāt see, but with years of training they were as evident as those who stood.
They stood as if saying look at me Iām not ashamed. Iām a weed and Iāll certainly take over the beauty of this garden.
Other (insects, etc) enemies of the plants have nibbled away at Godās stately ones during the night and are also exposed by the morning light.
I stand looking upward and hear the sweet sound of Godās choir Of singing birds
As I sing with them
āThis is Day, This is the day that the Lord has made.
I will rejoice and be glad In It
This is the day, this is the day
That the Lord has made….
With this song and my list of to doās
I go sit before the Lord filling my tank up with the Word so I can begin the work of the day. Weeding my mind and then out to the other garden
To rid it it of some weeds as well.
One step at a time sweet Jesus.
Let us Continue to walk and weed
In my gardens.
Rena, sounds like you are very busy in your garden with much to observe and do! You shared some things about light in your garden as you go singing with āGodās choir Of singing birdsā.
That made me think of something that Sara wrote in her āBee Bookā, Lesson II-Saying Power, about that power: āSound makes light.”
“Sound brings light upon the seeds.ā She went on to say later in the lesson, āRemember, Mary, the Mother of Jesus sang, and she spoke her seed song into full view of the world. You speak and sing and dance your seed song into view.ā
In looking through the retreat we had entitled āDressing for His Gloryā I found an assignment where we were to meditate, pray, take time and create an image that tells God about your desire for His Image – The Beauty of Jesus to be manifested through you. I wrote the following:
As I had been called to pray out of the womb
Loving the Lord for having a relationship with me
One Sunday I ran down to the front of the altar
Kneeling in front of the chair (representing Jesus) to profess my faith
In Him and asked Him to forgive my sins
As time went by and by
I like a bumbling fool
Tried the world and God too
Thinking not I could not straddle the fence
It was God or the World, I had too choose
God stirred me to the cross again
He had not given up on me. He never said āIām done with you!,,
This time I laid prostrate before Him in tears
I began my journey once again with my Jesus.
So glad I had my friend back again even though I found He was not the one who left
Looking through the tunnel of life
I saw love, hope, faith, healing which pulled me through
Now I want others to see what I saw;
love, hope, faith, healing which will help pull them through
Seeing, you too will walk hand in hand with Jesus.
Beautiful Rena. So lovely in 3D ways! Praise God!
With Saraās talking about the beauty of stone art, I thought of Jesus is our rock. In Psalm 18: 2 it reads The Lord is my Rock and my fortress and my deliver, my God , in whom I trust.ā
I know Iāve mentioned it before, but when I facing a storm In my life in 1996, Debi made me a water colored card with me standing on THE ROCK. She wrote:
OnThe ROCK eternal stands unflinchingly in the wind.
Knowing the Son of Glory
He has risen
With healing in His wings.
She does claim her rightful position
Arms extended to Heavenās Throne
Comes from her theāShout of Victory!ā
Needed for this very hour.
Please put your name in as surely we need to hold onto Now
Amen! Yes, place your name before the throne of God and others, too!