Trusting The Gentle, Healing God Of Joyfulness, Knowingness & Confidence

I never truly trusted God, until I entered my Australian garden to pray about the feminine divine. My favorite books at the time were: "Woman Warrior," "The Secret Life Of Bees," "The Color Purple," and "When God Was A Woman." During gardening, while praying for the Pakistani children who perished in the flood, I had a few moments that made me actually love and trust Him.

It was also due to a precious book on Middle Eastern poetry, my serious addiction to Paulo Coehlo's romantic fiction novel about Elijah the Prophet, and Martha Burk's "Cult Of Power" book/"My Pink Bible." I named my Australian garden "Saudi Arabia," which always reminded me of a peaceful garden of Eden.

Gardening became a joyous experience, one of sensual pleasures. I obsessively brought as much of my laundering grey water out to my "tree of life" symbols. I started to believe in God, as a giver, not just a creator of my fruiting, pineapple guava tree, and a blooming, pink flowering tree.

Due to the Australian subtropical climate, I had actual gardening successes, which was a miracle after attempting this at Evergreen, Colorado's altitude. I knew that God existed because I was able to grow a dozen "$64" tomatoes.

Green caterpillars ate them mostly, and they didn't look like any tomatoes at Whole Foods. They had to harvested unripe, and didn't taste very good, but they grew, despite my lack of gardening knowledge. The green onions grew, even though I didn't know to trim their roots, and overwatered them.

The equally overwatered oregano became a small shrub in that climate. Therefore, God existed to me everytime that I ran the grey water buckets out to clumsily overwater everything by accident.

I didn't enjoy studying the NIV Bible as a Jehovah's Witness, nor did I want to read about the tenants of Buddhism. The God I truly loved, who fed my soul was a God of flowering trees, and poetic healing, an emotional God.

He was a passionate God, a Rumi type of God, who made an exquisite garden in Australia, for my healing journey. I remembered the feeling of my favorite trees in Virginia, how magical, universal, and joyful the moonlight looked through the shade-giving tree branches.

I felt a sense of interconnected peace that can only come from knowing the same moon and glittering stars in the Virginia sky I laid under as a child was the exact same one others in the world also knew and loved.

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