The Gardens of My Spirit

My child, how does your garden grow? I have a harvest intended for you for this time and season. "Do not grow weary in well doing, for in due time you will reap a harvest." (Gal. 6:9) You have plowed the soil and you have sown, and I have faithfully tended and nurtured the seeds of My Spirit promises.

Now it is time for your garden to produce, not according to the laws of the world I created, but according to My kingdom that is above and beyond this present world. The gardens that have been sown unto My Spirit will experience exponential harvest, a hundred times more than was sown! The gardens of My Spirit will yield their harvest at the appointed time.

So, remove every rock, every thorn that would choke out My Spirit life in you. Bask in the sunlight of My unceasing love and drink in the Heaven sent rains that will quench the thirsty grounds of your garden.

See, even now I am causing My Spirit rains to fall. "Then I will send rain on your land in its season, both autumn and spring rains, so that you may gather in your grain, new wine and olive oil." (Deut. 11:14) It is time for HARVEST, it is time for NEW WINE, it is time for the OIL OF MY SPIRIT to flow!

And you will become a storehouse for the nations. Yes, nations will come to your light (Isa. 60:3), and you will be a place of nourishment for many as your favored gardens produce the fruit of Heaven. The world will see Me through your generosity, love, and lavish giving as you share from the fruits of your own garden.

Know this, dear one, you are My garden. You are My treasured handiwork, and you have been planted for the display of My splendor. (from Isa. 61:3). My healing soil has been the place of your transformation. Ashes to beauty, mourning to joy, despair to praise! This is how My garden grows!

Now is the time for fruitful harvest and abundance, and it will surely come My oaks of righteousness. Lift up your eyes! Turn your gaze to the fields, for they are white unto harvest. Run with Me and together we will harvest the nations. This is your inheritance! This is My joy!

"Then may your awakening breath blow upon my life until I am fully yours. Breathe upon me with your Spirit wind. Stir up the sweet spice of your life within me. Spare nothing as you make me your fruitful garden. Hold nothing back until I release your fragrance. Come walk with me as you walked with Adam in your paradise garden. Come taste the fruits of your life in me." Song of Songs 4: 16 TPT