What’s my super power? 🦸🏽♀️
Honestly… I have many!
But the one that amazes me the most, is the ability to look at everyday objects and find a Parable within them.
Please hear me out, before you call the psych ward 👀😂
I have the ability to create meaning from what I see, and express it in a way others can understand.
And today I found out that my mind has a name!
Visual associative thinking.
The ability to process and link information through images, sight, sounds and smells, as opposed to words. This cognitive style is mostly prevalent in neurodivergent individuals, although normies can experience it too.
It happens to me soo often, and once an idea enters my mind they go on and on, until I give them some attention.
The ability to keep up with my thoughts can feel overwhelming at times– specifically when I am in my zone, and my creative juices are flowing– they flow sooo fast, that I have to write them down on the spot… or they disappear just as quick 🙃
Recently, I seem to be drawn more to nature. Maybe I am getting soft in my old age? 👵🏽 But put it this way, the only time I ever used to pay any attention to the trees in the garden was when I was a kiddo. We had a huge Bramley apple tree, and in the summer holidays it only meant one thing…..👀
Apple crumble for breakfast
Apple pie for lunch
Apple cake for dinner
Washed down with a homemade fermented apple drink.
Sooo basically cider, which I had no business drinking at my young age. But it tasted goood…and I survived to tell the story 🤷🏽♀️
But any other time of year, the tree was just…
Well
A tree!
Put it this way. I was only there for dem apples 🍏🤭
Anyway back to the visual associative thinking…
Sooo it was a quiet winters evening, and I suddenly notice the barren trees in my neighbours garden. The very same trees that I have seen for the past 10+ years! But this time, they commanded my attention– it felt as if they had a good ol’ story to tell me.
So I obliged.
And ever since this day– I have felt more connected to mother nature. Trees in particular 🌳 so much so, that I even tried the whole tree hugging thing, and it was ok I guess… but have you ever cuddled your man at the same time? Absolute game changer 🙌🏽 ❤️
But anyway, here’s what they had to say. I sat and listened attentively, as the bare trees swayed ever so gently– whispering words of wisdom.
Like a tree that bears no fruit, on a bitterly cold winter’s eve, whilst ignorant minds stroll past, showing no admiration– The virtuous woman who trusts in God’s timing sees the beauty and full potential beyond the naked tree.
Each time she passes by, she prunes and waters the tree in preparation for the season ahead. She is mocked by many, but this bothers her not– They cause great destruction to their own trees and burn it’s branches.
Lord forgive them, she exclaims– as they know not what they are doing. Her reverence is a pleasing sight to God, and she stands firm in great anticipation of her blessing, placing all trust in Him.
At last, spring arrives, and she delights in the glorious sight of her hardwork–Beautiful pink blossoms adorn the once bare branches. But seasons come, as quick as they go. Spring departs. Summer is here.
She harvests the fruit of her grueling labour, but her obedience and humility is forevermore — anchored like the tree of life in the Garden of Eden.
Her faith remains deeply rooted in the very same soil that God used to breathe life into Man.
The virtuous woman knows that her work is only done once God’s work of redemption is complete.
She runs the great race with perseverance, until her legs are weak, anticipating the Holy Kingdom of God.
God says there is a season for everything, and if now is not your season to receive God’s blessings, no matter what route you take, you may only find withered petals and bare trees. Be still. Be patient. Put in the work. Trust the process. Open your eyes and take a closer look, for there is beauty and potential in everyone.
Not every season will bear fruit.
But every season has a purpose.
What you nurture in the quiet will one day bloom in the light.
The Godly Rebel 
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