Plucked from the decomposing garden

I was plucked from the decomposing garden that was my life, it was all over grown a wretched perception. It needed pruned, and somehow from ruins and decomposition God heard my cries

The gate was rusty, and the weeds so many they intertwined toppling me with every step. Scathed from the thicket. My body bruised, battered, and scorned. The gate began to screech open. Jesus was my ticket out

I had been prisoner of this unkempt land for years. It was all I knew. I just assumed it was my lot for life. I even chose my burial spot within. I lived within the decay, and rot. My memory forgot of any other way of life

Just upon the gardens gate was life. It was colorful, delightful, and free. I was scared I did not belong there. As my hue was lacking for any color. A corpse walking Amoung the dead. I was unkempt, and a dreadful sight

Yet the garden gate remained open calling me into the light. Wanting me to get out of the tall grasses that held me captive blocking my view. Poison Ivy was taking over, it was now or never. My endeavor was to make it through the gate. Even if I crawled, focusing on the tree of life. It sat just on the other side. It was giving me strength to leave

Scared to death. I wriggled my body through the posiness plants. My flesh wanted badly to stay. I knew no other way of to live. The dark was what my eyes had become accustomed too. The light was blinding

There He was taller than the grass surrounding me (Jesus). He came through with wrath, and a gardeners hoe. He illumated the garden. Snakes slithered and hid. Toxic plants began to wither. As I kept inching toward He was clearing my path. It was my Lord and Savior. He came for me

My cries were heard, and understood. He translated every sob. He then picked me up from the dirt filled floor, and carried me the rest of the way through the gate. Sat me in front of the tree, and shut the door tight. He then sealed it for no entry. I was plucked from the decomposing garden that was my life. Sat underneath the tree of life, grace dripped like sap into my lap. Napped there for rest was real

Upon waking I  looked up, and He gently kneeled wiping the tears from my eyes. My vision was clear. Just then a deer was a passer by panting for the water close. So my soul too, longed for that same water, and I could cup into my hands as much as I wanted to. In an instant I was made clean, I gave all my shame to Him. He cleansed me from within. 

I was filled with color, and was motioned to go drink from the living water until I got my fill. This was my life being created brand new. For He rescued me, heeded my pleas. He had the keys to unlock my imprisonment. Unkempt I did not stay, free to be in Jesus I was

My Favorite Psalm 116

116:1 I love that the Lord should hear my voice and my supplications. 

116:2 Because He hath inclined His ear unto me, therefore will I call upon Him all my days. 

116:3 The cords of death compassed me, and the straits of the nether-world got hold upon me; I found trouble and sorrow. 

116:4 But I called upon the name of the Lord: ‘I beseech thee, O the Lord, deliver my soul.’ 

116:5 Gracious is the Lord, and righteous; yea, our God is compassionate. 

116:6 the Lord preserveth the simple; I was brought low, and He saved me. 

116:7 Return, O my soul, unto Thy rest; for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee. 

116:8 For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from stumbling. 

116:9 I shall walk before the Lord in the lands of the living. 

116:10 I trusted even when I spoke: ‘I am greatly afflicted.’ 

116:11 I said in my haste: ‘All men are liars.’ 

116:12 How can I repay unto the Lord all His bountiful dealings toward me? 

116:13 I will lift up the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the Lord. 

116:14 My vows will I pay unto the Lord, yea, in the presence of all His people. 

116:15 Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints. 

116:16 I beseech Thee, O the Lord, for I am Thy servant; I am Thy servant, the son of Thy handmaid; Thou hast loosed my bands. 

116:17 I will offer to thee the sacrifice of thanksgiving, and will call upon the name of the Lord. 

116:18 I will pay my vows unto the Lord, yea, in the presence of all His people; 

116:19 In the courts of the Lord’S house, in the midst of thee, O Jerusalem. Hallelujah.


Author: Lisa O'Day, Cries from an unkempt garden

I write to tell my story of how I overcame self affliction, and great despair in this life. For I write to share the death to self that took place. That I may Glorify God in all I do. May my writings be a refelction of freedom, for I am no longer in captivity of self. May they be warm, and inviting. For I write because God has given me words that drip from my mouth to be seen.

7 thoughts on “Plucked from the decomposing garden”

  1. Your description of the rotting garden is chilling … which is what you intended, I am sure. God’s rescue was oh so strong … He helped you escape … He barred the door … no re-entry … then how gentle and loving He was caring for you and ministering to your mind, body, and soul. Beautifully written, Lisa. jan

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    1. Jan my life with my ex husband was a farse. The further I am removed from it, and can see my son here now too I see how damaging a man he was. His own parents think he is spiritually ill. The reason I lasted as long as I did was the Lord, his word did not give a way out other than adultery. I even forgave that at first. Every time he moved us from here to Florida which was 4 times. 7 cross country trips, my heart became a little bit more removed. All we knew was here. Our families, church, our friends. We were alienated down there. It was where I decomposed. I lost sight of God in the end. I was the most sad I had ever been. Which I am easy going person, goofy, and happy go lucky. That was all taken from me. My ex never called me honey, only Lisa. Never recognized my birthdays or Anniversaries. That is not reason for divorce. He was very manipulative, and cunning. He could not provide for us either. He always lost his jobs. It was the hardest to endure those 21 years with him. His dad is a pastor and it is like I was never a part of their family. It is all sad. I am so grateful God removed me, and now my son. My husband now is lovey dovey. We hold hands, and have pet names as it should be. He is a man after God’s own heart. He loves me like Christ loved the church. Never looking another woman’s way. So yes it was dark. It is dark still where he is. I pray he himself is saved from his selfishness.


  2. You survived … You are transformed … You are blessed with a new reality … God loves you SO much, Lisa … that is obvious. Thank you for sharing honestly … the good, the bad, and the ugly … it is from people like you, that others receive encouragement and strength. love, jan

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