Think of a time in your life where you felt stolen from. The pain of this theft is usually much more than the physical being taken away. But there it is. Something valuable was taken – and in exchange you feel like you might not ever hold something important again.
And whether that’s true or not – you breathe like it is. That brokenness – that stolen-ness follows you. Everyone meets your pockets named Empty and your heart called Closed. The fragrance of your loss leaps from Valley of Disappointment to a life that feels like Shallow. Although you have plenty of clothes, your friends call you Poor. And maybe this season is one hour or one year or one whole lifetime – but the time isn’t the indicator that you’re not whole. You just know it. You smell like it. You act like it.
Wise-One tells you to pull from the Garden of Enough, but all you can see is Winter. You look at your knees and the bruises aren’t from bowing. With each fall you feel further away from the Father and from any sign of Safety. And you see the One’s around you and you love them! But you aren’t fully convinced, no you haven’t chosen to fully believe that they are safe. So you throw up your creative walls and tell yourself that the exchange of information means intimacy.
So you stay in the confines of Shallow and the Valley of Disappointment. You do this because it’s familiarity is the only consistent One that you follow. And you still feel far! You feel far from the good smells, and the good people, and the Good Father. Fear becomes a new name for you and Love becomes an old distant friend.
An ordinary day of Devastation is what allows you to move. The pain of the ripping away hurts like hell, but you start to realize that you have to change in order to invite real Love in. You start to see yourself a bit different and you hear the hum of others around you that makes you feel closer to the Good-One. And so maybe you were wrong? Maybe people are just portable Garden’s of Enough leading you to Plenty.
And of course you won’t always feel the weight of loss this big, but there might be traces of it in the way you love. So if you want to be a Garden yourself, you’ll have to step into Winter. Do not let it’s bareness scare you. Let that desperation you feel lead you to Love perfected. Until you learn to be planted by the Good-One, the broken one’s around you will not experience the mercy they need. Look after them, too. Be kind to all the fruit – and know that it’s really good for Gardens to gather together.
Break bread in the middle. If you feel desperate – come to the table. Drink the good stuff with family-people and keep serving when you’re suffering. Let yourself be together with other brokenness and believe the best in each others messy spots. There is an exchange coming, and we get to live at the altar in the Garden of Enough.