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AnandaHya
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Hey its my personal flaw: I hate cleaning. I don't like washing dishes, i don't like doing laundry and my husband spoiled me for our six year aniversery this year and bought us one of those round metal robots that vacuums by itself because i don't like vacuuming either. lol
I guess I have a hard time focusing on the mundane things, but house cleaning does not just refer to material things we have to weed the garden of our minds of any of the seeds the Enemy might have planted inside our lives and inside our dreams.
I will share with you a poem I wrote in High school before I declared Jesus as my Savior. I believed He was but I felt unworthy of being His sister. We have since talked it out so I'm cool with it all now. lol
In the Garden of Your mind: 6/6/1998
Imagine each dream a flower, and your soul is the garden in which they are to grow. Sometimes you are the gardener and cultivate each blossom. Sometimes the garden is allowed to grow wild, allowing an unseen hand direct and nurture the growth.
And if love is a seed that could be planted imagine the flowers and fruit it would bear. Each with a different taste and scent because there is more than one kind of love, but they all come from the same place in the end.
What happens when you allow your soul to grow wild without divine help or when dreams grow dormant and die? Chaos, confusion
God tends to our souls if we let Him.
YouTube - Who Am I Casting Crowns
I guess I have a hard time focusing on the mundane things, but house cleaning does not just refer to material things we have to weed the garden of our minds of any of the seeds the Enemy might have planted inside our lives and inside our dreams.
I will share with you a poem I wrote in High school before I declared Jesus as my Savior. I believed He was but I felt unworthy of being His sister. We have since talked it out so I'm cool with it all now. lol
In the Garden of Your mind: 6/6/1998
Imagine each dream a flower, and your soul is the garden in which they are to grow. Sometimes you are the gardener and cultivate each blossom. Sometimes the garden is allowed to grow wild, allowing an unseen hand direct and nurture the growth.
And if love is a seed that could be planted imagine the flowers and fruit it would bear. Each with a different taste and scent because there is more than one kind of love, but they all come from the same place in the end.
What happens when you allow your soul to grow wild without divine help or when dreams grow dormant and die? Chaos, confusion
God tends to our souls if we let Him.
YouTube - Who Am I Casting Crowns