Let Jesus Make Your Life a Garden
I came across these photos recently.
They were taken in 2023…
around the time I felt the Lord gave me this phrase:
Let Jesus make your life a garden.
And now, sitting here…
I realize it’s been three years since I first heard Him say that.
Three years of living.
Three years of growing.
Three years of slowly understanding what He meant.
At the time, I knew it mattered.
But I didn’t yet understand
how deeply it would shape my life.
May 2023
I remember standing there…
not fully understanding,
but feeling something deep.
Like I was in the middle of something
that would take time to unfold.
I didn’t know how to explain it.
But I was creating.
Expressing.
Leaning in.
Not because I had a plan…
but because something in me was being awakened.
I didn’t understand it yet…
but I was already living it.
(Quiet — the unseen place)
And it wasn’t just outward.
There were quiet moments too.
Moments where it was just me and Him.
Time spent sitting.
Listening.
Learning how to be with Him.
(Backstory — before the phrase)
Long before that moment in 2023…
I had already been living in a garden
without even realizing it.
I moved into my home in 2011.
And in 2012… I was saved.
And from that point on—whether I understood it or not—
He began the slow, steady work of growing something in me.
(Symbol — what He was doing)
Over time, I started to see it.
Growth doesn’t happen all at once.
It’s cultivated.
Something nurtured.
Something intentional.
Something grown over time.
(Depth — it wasn’t just pretty)
But it wasn’t only beauty.
There were deeper places too.
Places where He was doing work
I couldn’t always see.
Pruning.
Refining.
Healing.
Not everything felt light.
But it was all necessary.
(Revelation — the phrase returns)
And then… in 2023…
I felt Him say to me:
Let Jesus make your life a garden.
And something in me recognized it.
Not because it was new…
But because it was true.
He wasn’t starting something.
He was revealing something.
(Understanding — what it really means)
Because all along…
while I was learning to tend things around me…
He was tending me.
Teaching me:
where I needed light
what needed to be removed
what needed time
what needed rest
Now when I hear that phrase…
it means something entirely different.
It’s not about creating a beautiful life.
It’s about letting Him tend it.
Looking back now…
three years later…
I can see what He was doing in ways I couldn’t see then.
🌿 Some things take time to understand.
Some things are planted long before they are named.
May your roots grow deep in Christ.
Let Him tend you.
Let Him grow you.
One gentle season at a time.
If this spoke to you, I share something like this each Friday…
If this resonated with you, you’re welcome to share in the comments 🤍
I love hearing what God is growing in different seasons.