I've decided not to write the 'Part 10' that I originally had in mind. What I was going to share was something that Yahweh didn't share with me until more than a year passed from when I began to seek Him, and I don't want these things to be interpreted the wrong way. When I say to people 'God', they immediately assume 'religion' because people's minds have been conditioned to relate the 2 - so this is why I won't share what I was going to, at least not this year. And unless people see the compassion and justice of Yahweh with their own eyes, I don't feel too comfortable talking about something that people cannot comprehend. This 'secret' is the most remarkable part of Yahweh's Garden - for it makes that which is inevitable, highly improbable.
So I will leave you with this poem:
When I was born, You carried me in Your arms.
You fed me kindness, and gave me righteousness to drink.
As I grew, You taught me the appropriateness of anger,
The necessity of justice.
I would walk behind You and fall, and You would quickly pick me up.
When I became stubborn, You chastised me by hiding Your face.
If I began to do something that would hurt me, You quickly stopped me.
You never let me out of Your sight, nor did You remove Your hand.
Now that I am older, You let me walk on my own.
You hide behind the door, and watch me walk among the people.
Though I dwell in Your House, You grant me independence.
Though You never let me out of Your sight, You don't restrict me.
Throughout my days, You've encouraged and emboldened me.
When I feel weak, You send my brothers and sisters to comfort me.
Indeed, You send my brothers and sisters to protect me,
For if I am struck down by evil, they will revive me by Your power.
You are glad to have me among Your other children,
And it is Your desire for Your House to be full.
Because of Your kindness and Your promises, I can't help but love You.
For Yahweh, You are my Mother, and to walk naked in Your Garden is my rest.
