In the Garden


As I sat on that bench and took in my God’s creation, I couldn’t help but feel at peace. A peace that only God could give. I listened to the music the birds were creating and I couldn’t help but smile. I breathed in the untainted air and I couldn’t help the feeling of wanting to stay there forever.

I imagine this is how Adam and Eve felt every single day. They got to take in the full colour palette of God’s mind. They got to live in His idea of what paradise should be in sum total they had a completeness, a wholeness, a tranquillity, a perfectness, a fullness, a rest, a harmony, they had a Shalom indicating the absence of discord and agitation.

I was sitting in a garden: one planned and planted by man and yet, my breath was taken away. If this garden was a result of man’s wisdom how much more was the garden of Eden!!!! I can imagine breakfast at the pond with God every morning. While He explained how He chose the colours on the feathers of the bird standing on that rock.

I can just imagine discovering the different shades of green and appreciating each one. Getting to ask God why that tree got the really thin leaves, while this one has round ones. I can just imagine them laying down their heads next to flower beds and how the fragrances would soothe them and give them sweet dreams.

I can just imagine how their alarm clock was the melodies of the birds as they got up to catch the worm of the day. And how taking a walk through the garden was always a delight. In those short hours I forgot all about the things on my to-do list. All the things that needed my attention. All the things that I needed to get done. And I just saw God. I saw God and His initial intention for man.

For us to live in a state of tranquillity every single day, while having access to fellowship with Him. I saw the limitlessness of His mind and the beauty of His heart. Just like you can see the heart of the painter when looking at his art, just like you can feel the heart of a composer when listening to his music.

I was overwhelmed by the brilliance of God and His ability to create the same flower in different colours, but for every variation to have a personality of its own. I came to appreciate the power of difference. And how each can not only shine in its own power but it can also highlight the beauty of the others. 

I think that this is how God intended it to be. For us to live in awe of His works and live every day with the truth of His greatness. While at the same time having the intimacy of getting to talk to Him every day without any shame or condemnation. His intention was for us to be close to Him so that we can receive the great love He has for us.













I am an Occupational Therapist by profession, but I have many roles that bring meaning to my life. In short, I love people, books and love.

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