The Garden
My Testimony: The Garden of Rest, Revelation, and Redemption
There is a place I’ve visited—first in dreams, and now deeply embedded in my spirit. It is a garden—not just of beauty, but of encounter. Not just symbolic, but sacred.
Years ago, I had a dream. I was walking through a wide garden, lined with grasses and vibrant flowers. Everything in that place was alive, yet completely still. I felt no fear, no striving. Just peace. Presence. Wholeness.
In the dream, I didn’t speak, but I knew I was not alone. Though I couldn’t see Him clearly, I sensed Jesus was the One carrying me. He didn’t need to say a word. His nearness was enough.
I didn’t know what to make of the dream at the time. I carried it quietly for years, wondering if it was just comfort—or something more.
Then, one day, my prophetic sister Liezel shared a vision she had when she was praying for me during one of our online prophetic mentorship. She saw a garden. She described the garden as having trees and flowers, plenty of fruits, and radiant emerald and gold pathways. There was even a river of gold flowing through it, and a cloud of gold hovering above. In that garden, she saw me and the Lord Jesus holding my hands, and we were both dressed in plain white garments.
We were walking together joyfully and we were smiling at each other.
She said, while she was describing the two of us together, "Mahal na mahal ka Niya (He loves you very much)."
Then she realized that the entire season of that mentorship was meant for me alone - because I was her only student at that time.
Liezel’s vision confirmed everything I had seen before. It was a divine echo. The same garden. The same presence. The dream I had carried in silence for years was now being witnessed by another.
That moment broke me. It was like God stitched the past and present together, confirming that what I thought was a dream was actually a glimpse into a deeper reality.
The garden represents:
Restoration of intimacy
The reclaiming of what was lost in Eden
A safe place to receive without striving
A prophetic chamber where heaven whispers in stillness
In that place, I am not a servant scrambling for purpose. I am a beloved daughter, resting in her Father’s delight.
The emerald green speaks of healing, newness, and everlasting life. The gold speaks of divine presence, purity, and the pathway of glory. The flowers represent my journey—blooming even after seasons of barrenness and pain. The river of gold reminds me of the richness and fluidity of God’s Spirit, always flowing, always covering. The cloud of gold—a holy canopy—symbolizes the weighty presence of His glory.
“And the Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your desire in scorched places... You shall be like a watered garden.” (Isaiah 58:11)
This garden isn’t far away. It is within me.
Whenever I feel weary or overwhelmed, I return—not in body, but in spirit.
And He is always there. Waiting. Not rushing me. Not requiring anything. Just being—with me.
This is the garden of my healing, the sanctuary of my scroll, and the sacred space where my calling grows in quietness.