MY GARDEN IN HEAVEN
7/01/22 MY GARDEN IN HEAVEN
MY GARDEN IN HEAVEN
I listened to Kat Kerr before going to sleep and she said that every one of us has a garden in heaven. One of the first gifts we are given when we first go to the throne room is a golden key from Jesus. It unlocks our garden. And whenever we go there, Jesus will meet with us.
Lord, by faith, may I possibly receive my key now, and not wait until I die? May I have access now?
HEARD AND SAW
I saw I was looking down upon the foot of my new tennis shoe. It was standing next to our small hydrangea bush that is blooming right now.
UPDATE CONFIRMATION: Today I felt like going shopping for a rose bush. I found one on sale called Sweet Spirit. Oh my it smells SO good! I put on my new tennis shoes and dug 4 small circle beds today. It was a lot of work but the Lord gave me grace. I need to do 2 more diggings and then I will be done.
As I was resting I saw I was hovering above a garden and suddenly realized it was a tiny glimpse of my garden in heaven! I was so blessed He had answered my prayer that I could access my garden in heaven with Him! I saw a little circle bed with one rose in it. The circle bed was larger than ours on earth, but it was the same, only more manicured. I saw a pebble rock pathway and a fountain. A song floated into my mind: I come to the garden while the dew is still on the roses. And He walks with me and talks with me.
I was so touched by His answer to my request!
HE WALKS WITH ME
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses
He speaks and the sound of his voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that he gave to me
Within my heart is ringing
[Chorus]
And he walks with me
And he talks with me
And he tells me I am his own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
HEARD: Our precious child. By faith, you are welcome. Access. It’s yours whenever you want. [Lord may I see even better, where we will sit together in our garden? May I know Your heart and Your love better?] Yes.
AM DEVOTIONS – HIS LOVING COMFORT UNDER THE WEEPING WILLOW
Equipped. I will carry you Beloved. I am your Friend. Dear one.
I saw a weeping willow in my garden in heaven. I remembered the huge weeping willow tree in my childhood home and how cooling it was. And then I remembered all it aphids. I heard the Lord say, There are no tormentors here. I saw a picnic table underneath the willow tree branches. I sensed Jesus sitting across from me although I could not see Him, I knew He was there. I saw the movement of Him reaching across and putting His hand on top of mine. I knew He took it, kissed the top of it and then held it to His cheek. It totally melted me with His compassion and tender love. My Beloved. Friends. You are never alone.
A daughter who will not quit. Who trusts Me always.
Lord help me not to look at or focus on the losses. Let me see Your goodness in each day. Let this month be a new way of joy and fellowship that brings forth wonderful fruit. Come Holy Spirit.
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7/02/22 SWEET SPIRIT IN OUR SPICY GARDEN OF LOVE
Bring forth my delight. My delight in in the thee, My Beloved. You are invited. To sit with Me. You have access.
Calm yourself. I am with you. Daddy loves you so. Friendship. Together. I am here Sweet one. (Thank You Lord for my new rose called Sweet Spirit! I am very blessed.) A sweet perfume. You are to Me. Gentle one. Your heart’s desire. I will see to it that your needs are met.
Song of Solomon 4:10 How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices!
CONFIRMATIONS FROM HIS LOVE: This morning I listened to Misty’s song Awake oh winds and blow upon my garden. Yesterday I bought some new plants and planted in the small circle planters that were empty from the past. This morning I listened to Song of Solomon 4 in my Bible reading. I saw it ended with Awake oh winds and blow upon my garden that its spices may flow out. Let my Beloved come in your garden and eat our pleasant fruits.
I noticed on the label of the rose yesterday, it said the smell was SPICY! He has heard my heart’s desire and given me a rose. I am truly enjoying the roses on my daily walk. A portion of it’s path is being strewn with petals right now!
When the first rose blossoms from my new rose Sweet Spirit, I am going to laminate its petals and put it in my journal as a token of His love and grace to access my garden in heaven.
ANNA ROUNTREE: SPICES BRING JOY
From the book Heaven Awaits
He took my right hand in His left, which strengthened me. “Come,” He said. Immediately we were flying.
The Mountains of Spices
Paradise began to pass beneath us. The spirits accompanying Him flew to the side and behind us. We were flying up to an astonishing mountain range. The color of each mountain varied. As we drew closer, I realized that the first mountain emitted an aroma.
“Where are we, Lord?” I asked. “You have often called Me to the mountains of spices,” He said.7 “We are here.” Aromatic spices were growing on these mountains. The colors, as well as the aromas, varied from mountain to mountain.
The Father’s Delight
“These are for your Father’s delight,” Jesus said, “and for the delight of His children. They bring joy.” Without turning His head to look at me, He asked, “Do you wish to bring joy?” “Yes,” I answered.
Jesus responded, “Obedience brings joy to My Father, holiness of heart, thankfulness, truth with mercy. Each is like a spice. Each has a fragrance. Collectively the aromas are pleasing to My Father. The aromas speak of Me to Him, not just one spice but the aroma of the blend as one passes from mountain to mountain. Together they witness of Me, and this pleases My Father. Also the aroma of these spices coming from His adopted children speaks of Me, and He is pleased.”
As we passed over each mountain, wave upon wave of the most tantalizingly delicious smells washed over me. Then some of the particular spices growing from each flew up into my free arm and hand. As we passed over the twelfth mountain, my arm and hand were full of the complete complement of aromatic spices from the mountain range; the smell was beyond compare. I breathed in deeply and felt permeated with the aroma. I could almost taste the fragrance.
Suddenly I wanted to give out that which had come to me. I flung the spices up into the air, and they became white doves. “My covenant of peace,” Jesus said. Before my eyes I could see the whole Earth as if I were the distance of a satellite from it. The doves flew and became flames of fire resting over the whole Earth. The picture before my eyes so intrigued me that I did not realize that the spirits had disappeared and that Jesus and I were coming down into a walled garden.
The Walled Garden
The enclosure seemed to be a private garden.10 It was not extremely large, but it was large enough to have a variety of trees as a part of its planting: the pomegranate, myrtle, and cedar; the balsam, cinnamon, frankincense, myrrh, and aloe.
The garden was in the full bloom of spring with narcissus and jonquils in the beds and vines of yellow jasmine and purple wisteria intertwined on the stone wall.
There was a three-tiered fountain in the center of the garden with a bench near it. The bench was under a very large apricot tree, which resembled more an oak than a fruit tree. It was in bloom also and exuded a lovely, invigorating scent. Our feet came to rest on the ground near the fountain.
Every believer who is in love with Christ is that garden in the new heart (Song 4:12), to be kept locked and sealed for Jesus alone to meet us there. “What a lovely garden,” I said. “Yes,” He smiled, allowing His eyes to scan the area lightly. “I enjoy walking here.” Suddenly into my mind came a phrase from the Song of Solomon: “Until the cool of the day when the shadows flee away . . .”11 It was cool here, and certainly there were no shadows. Did that song speak of Paradise? We began to walk.
A Garden for Lovers
The path circled the garden, with plantings and beds near the wall as well as on the opposite side of the path in the center of the garden. Camphire (henna) was blooming there, and the star-of-Bethlehem, blue flax, and the scarlet lily were blooming in beds near it. “Who tends this garden?” I asked. “You do,” He answered. “I tend this garden?” I exclaimed with astonishment. “Yes,” He replied.
I looked over the garden. I felt that I had been here before, but the feeling was an elusive impression, rather like trying to piece together a dream when you only remember snatches of it. I could not bring it into clear focus. “Would You tell me of this garden, Lord?” I asked finally.
“Each such garden is different. Each is unique, and I delight in each.” He paused before speaking again. “Do you enjoy being here?” He asked. “Yes, it’s . . .” I could not find the words. “Yes,” He agreed. We came to a spring that flowed from a rock in the garden. Spanning the water was an arch of a bridge that seemed only wide enough for two people. As I thought about it, the bench near the fountain also seemed only wide enough to seat two. Perhaps this was a garden for lovers. As we crossed the bridge, I could smell the scented calamus that grew on the banks by the water.
