The gates are shut

The Gate Closed, The Wholeness Found

I closed the gates, and the noise of the world stayed outside. I brought life within — chickens for daily provision, and apple trees, tender and green, holding promise of fruit to come. And in that act, I felt the circle close, not only around this place, but around my soul.

For many find a corner of earth and call it home, but still wander inside, divided and unfulfilled.

I was not given a home — I was given a place to stay. Beyond the title of “woman,” beyond the measure of a house, I have found fullness being in the day.

Inside these gates is completion.What was scattered has been gathered, what was restless has come to rest. Wholeness is not a place you move into, but becomes complete when it resides in your place.

And here, in this wholeness, He rises within — the hope of His coming, the Christ we have been waiting to see.

The temple is restored, the vessel made ready.

Wholeness has become holiness, and holiness carries His glory.

Light Made Whole, Eden Near

My food has become simple — seed, fruit, and bread. Each a quiet word, each a reminder I am sustained. Together they are light, not heavy with the weight of the world. They keep me whole, and in that wholeness, I taste the garden's return.

I stand in the space where the fractures are healed, yet the garden is still unfolding. Whole within, awaiting the full bloom to be revealed.

Here the seed and the soil agree. Here the whisper of Eden rises again. I stand at the threshold, Eden restored, yet not seen.

“And now, O Father, glorify Me together with Yourself,with the glory which I had with You before the world was.”(John 17:5)