My Inception


In the beginning, we read that God has created a garden. A beautiful and lovely place filled with overflowing abundance; a Basil of seed-bearing plants and every variety of fruit-bearing tree. God looked upon his creation and knew it was good. There he placed Adam and Eve to steward the garden.

When I go back to my beginning, there was also a garden. It wasn’t the Garden of Eden, but to me, it was mesmerising and enchanting, an abundant place filled with life and wonder. My garden encompassed a small plot directly across from my little house. A simple chain link fence was the only barrier containing the tangle of tomato vines and assorted rainbow rows of vegetables and fragrant herbs. When the gate was opened and I was permitted access into my primeval forest, something magical happened. That garden became my personal Garden of Eden.

The woman who lovingly tended and nurtured that garden was, surprisingly, not God (though in my immature, kid mind only a great creator could build such an astounding agricultural achievement!). Her name was simply, Savitaben (Mrs. Savita). She had a polish accent and was ancient and knowledgeable. Her rough, dry farmer’s hands held secrets that were only revealed through her workmanship in the rich soil. Savitaben would smile as she placed small, ruby red cherry tomatoes into my palms, and watch my face light up as those sweet little treasures filled my hands to overflowing. Those jewels were the most delectable things on earth.

Almost 27-28 years later, those unforgettable encounters spark a memory in my soul that I long to return to. The simplicity and beauty of those moments in time haunt my memories with joyful and endearing thoughts that I thirst to revisit. I remember my Garden of Eden, my Genesis place. It didn’t encompass the breadth, or width, or variety that the original masterpiece likely possessed, but it was special and memorable and magical, and somehow I KNEW God was there. None of that wonder could have been created without his hand or artistry. That was the sparkle that I felt, the breath I inhale as I ponder and write about those memorable appointments…..my first encounters with his Holy Spirit.

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