Unveiled Before The King

  There is a garden inside every one of us—quiet, intricate, and full of hidden life. I like to call mine the flower garden of my mind. Sometimes it is blooming, sometimes it feels overgrown, and other times it feels barren or dry. But no matter its condition, one thing has become clear to me: I am not capable of tending this garden on my own. We as humans only use a small portion of our brain’s potential. Scientists debate the exact percentage, but the truth remains: there is so much within us that we don’t fully understand or control. So much of our mind operates beneath the surface—habits, memories, wounds, patterns of thinking, survival instincts, emotional reactions. It’s like soil that has layers we’ve never dug into. And that right there reminds me of something beautiful: If our minds are gardens, then we are not the gardeners. God is. In Scripture, God often reveals Himself through imagery of planting, pruning, watering, tending, and harvesting. He planted the first g...