Over the past three weeks, three different people who do not know each other all told me they had a vision of me. Each one was me and a “secret garden”. So, as I lay in bed last night, I decided to explore and ask Father what it meant. Here is what He showed me.
I put my headphones on, and began to listen to some music. Right as I began to ask Father, I felt this extreme wave of calmness hit, and everything went blank.
As my eyes opened, I was overwhelmed. My ears immediately heard the sweetest melody, a mix between what sounded like a chant from India and violin playing. My heart, be still.
I saw a pool located in the middle of what I saw, with waterfalls on each side, cascading into the depths. Feeding this pool. At the back of the pool, a river flowed forth and seemed to wind as far as I could see into the distance. My eyes struggled, as if they were suddenly switched from darkness to light, but they adjusted quickly. This sight was familiar.
As I turned, I saw four lamps containing a bowl burning with an eternal flame, one in each corner of the Garden. Each with a word written on the base of the lamp stand: Grace, Trust, Love, and Intimacy. Above the lamps a sea of greens and colors exploded around, covering everything I saw in lush plants and blooming flowers. A slight breeze hit my skin, my nose cherishing the crisp air, attempting to almost bathe in each new scent. Then my ears heard the voice, what they were created to hear.
“Come, my Son. Sit.”
My toes dipped into the pool, and the rest of my body followed. Something changed. The waterfalls shifted a bit, and began to pour, wave after wave of water gushed over my soul. I struggled to catch my breath.
“Rest, Child. Take it in.”
As I stood up from the pool, I felt lighter than a feather. My eyes wandered, and each new sight brought a joy that took root in the depths of my soul. I felt…free.
“This is where I want you to live, where you were meant to live.
This is home. My presence is home for you.”
My eyes re-adjusted, I was back in my bedroom. Overwhelmed.
I didn’t know until a few weeks ago how worn out I was, so tired from religion. Tired of doing things to please my Father. To keep His love.
Not realizing I spent so much time racing ahead in my own strength, and passing Him by in the process. Passing by those little moments that He has for me. The smell of a rose, a conversation with a crippled man, an opportunity to watch God move.
This was all He wanted from me all along, to just be with Him. To find rest in His heart for me, and be free.
To sit down, and let His perfect love crash over me. The drowning feeling is just the fear leaving, fear is comfortable.
To know that, like the flames in the lamp, He will never stop chasing me deeper into intimacy with Him. His grace will cover me. His hope will lift me, and His love will disarm me.
This garden, which I now call Jagadeesha (see Trevor Hall’s song), is where I am to live from. I am supposed to carry this place with me, in each conversation, at the tip of each breathe.
Because in this place, in His presence, is where healing is found. And I have free access to this place at all times.
So, are you tired and worn out from doing all the right things? Does God feel far away?
No matter what the situation is, Jesus is waiting in the garden. That pain, He will take it.
I am setting up my home and building my foundation in this place, join me. He died to have you here.
