nature metaphors picturing Christ – The Song of Songs

A Tour of a Secret Garden

Pamela — Sat, 02 Mar 2024 20:47:00 +0000

Simple expressions of love have rippling effects, and even in a “garden enclosed,” life is powerful. It is organic. It can’t help but overflow walls, spread to remote places, and ultimately win even the hardest of hearts.

Journey of Tears

Pamela — Mon, 29 Jan 2024 15:35:52 +0000

This is a poem I was made to recently revisit in a surprising “this-is-the-Lord” sort of way. It doesn’t rhyme, but hopefully the progression comes through. Henna, or Camphire, is a plant metaphor I wrote about a few years back, one that grows in a desert oasis (David fled to one for protection from Saul). …

The Glory of the Morning Glory

Pamela — Tue, 30 Aug 2022 11:45:11 +0000

There is a plant whose passion and beauty I am bursting to tell you about. As it grew from tiny seed, everything within its reach became a trellis to heaven. There’s even one on the roof of my house, spreading along the electrical line!

The Morning Glory, as it is called, has a lively vine …

Witnessing a Bird Phenomenon, and a Message to God’s People

Pamela — Thu, 14 Jul 2022 21:11:13 +0000

Hello friends. It’s been awhile since writing here, but it appears to be time to pop in and say “Surprise!” and share something amazing that happened last week. Please pray about what you read here. For me, it was life-changing. But it will need your own personal confirmation and application. But first, a back story: Recently I asked Father why I haven’t received many dreams, insights or revelations in awhile—specifically the kind from nature. Life feels dry, although to some degree, I understand why. I’m heavily committed into writing a book, and it's challenging and time-consuming. But still. I miss the freshness of His presence, you know? The kind of “visitations,” or even “heavenly peeks,” that leave you speechless, yet overflowing. That kind. After asking, the answer came...

Hello From The Golden Rods

Pamela — Thu, 09 Sep 2021 21:56:59 +0000

Here in the Northeast US, entering a gate between the seasons of summer and fall, the "Golden Rods" are in full bloom. A field of these lowly "weeds” have been soaking in the warm rays of the sun for as long as they’ve been given time. Now with thankful hearts, they stretch up their full, yellow hands and wave them with every breeze. I took the below picture on ...

A Run-in With A Buck!

Pamela — Tue, 16 Mar 2021 14:08:54 +0000

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag - Song 2:9 When running on our quiet, seasonal road, I was startled by a huge buck that suddenly jumped in front of me. He had a massive rack on his head. I must have startled him too, as he quickly turned direction to run ahead of me, his hooves spraying dirt and rocks. He then found an opening in the hedgerow and with one huge, graceful leap, bounded off into the woods. I stopped and grabbed my heart...

A POPPY IN THE PRICKERS

Pamela — Wed, 14 Oct 2020 19:43:26 +0000

“Well hello there,” I whispered, gently touching the paper-like head that balanced precariously atop a long, skinny stem, “I certainly did not expect to see something like you in here.” It seemed to nod, the bright splash of red peeking out of the thicket in my hedgerow. A poppy. A single, lone poppy. How in the world did it get here? In a neighbor’s yard there is a flower garden with poppies, but with the distance and obstacles in-between, it seemed unlikely a seed blew this far. Maybe it was carried by a bird, or got caught on the fur of a stray cat? More importantly though, how did it grow in such a hostile environment?

Remembering the Raspberries

Pamela — Thu, 08 Oct 2020 19:15:57 +0000

There are no coincidences with God! He brings His bride through, back, and into new seasons—always leaving her with signposts of grace along the way. This post is one of those...a turning point that led to a long 5 year "winter" season for writing on the Song. But that is done now. The past is behind, (Chapter 1) and ahead is a new, unchartered season with God and the Song.

WILDflower at Heart¹ (Song 2:1-2)

Pamela — Tue, 29 Sep 2020 18:48:47 +0000

Unshakeable satisfaction in human love is illusive, and an illusion, and needs to be put in its temporal place. The romance of the Song of Songs is not given to make us focus on human relationships, or long for a lover we don’t have, but to point us to the eternal substance of our inner life with Christ - and spiritual relationships, which are unshakeable.

Can You Come Out to Play?

Pamela — Tue, 18 Aug 2020 11:49:19 +0000

There is something about the innocent, carefree season of childhood that I think we all long to reconnect with. But it’s not easy. I saved a meme that read: “Children smile an average of 400 times a day; adults 15. Children laugh about 150 times a day; adults 6. Children play between 4 to 6 hours a day; adults maybe 20 minutes. What happened?¹” When a spiritual father was on his death bed, I asked him what he would wish for me to do more of after he is gone. His response? “Play more.” That was not the answer I expected! But the truth is, play (and its twin, “rest”) is ...