(English & Español)
by Raimer Rojas
Elijah: A Case Study of Depletion and Restoration • The Four Building Blocks Of Healthy Soil • Gratitude & Appreciation: Widening Vision, Filling Your Joy Bank
In the beginning, life is not a lonely thing. It is not a performance. It is not survival, or scrambling, or proving. It is God bending close, breathing His own breath into clay, and a human opening his eyes into a world soaked with gift. Trees heavy with fruit. Beauty everywhere. Work that feels like worship. Rest that feels like belonging. And the most startling thing of all: God is near—so near that He walks in the garden as if this is normal, as if friendship with the Creator is the native air of the human soul.
This is what “image of God” looks like at ground level: not a title we wear, but a life we carry. We were made to live with Him—under His loving rule and inside His delight—receiving from His face the light that makes us come alive. The Bible later calls it blessing: “The Lord make His face shine upon you.” It calls it joy: “In Your presence is fullness of joy.” But even in Genesis, before the word “glory” is used the way we often use it, you can feel the truth: we were designed to be fueled by communion. God’s joy toward us—and our joy in Him—was meant to be the strength in our bones.
And from that place, God gives a mission that doesn’t start with pressure, but with overflow: be fruitful, multiply, fill the earth. Not “build a life apart from Me,” but “take this life with Me and spread it.” Eden was never meant to be a private retreat for two holy people; it was the first seed of a world filled with the knowledge of God. As they multiplied, the borders of the garden would expand—order where there was chaos, cultivation where there was wilderness, mercy where there was pain, justice where there was oppression—until the whole earth carried the fingerprints of the Father. Families would form around His presence. Communities would learn His ways. Generations would inherit more than rules; they would inherit a way of walking with God. That’s the picture of life as designed: friendship with God under His rightful Kingship, and love spilling out into the earth.
But we know what happened. Humans reached for life on their own terms. The world tilted. Fear replaced ease. Shame replaced openness. Blame replaced tenderness. And still—this is crucial—God came walking again. The first movement after the fall is not God hiding from humanity, but God seeking ("Adam, where are you?"). Even when we ran, He pursued. Even when we hid our faces, He still wanted relationship. The story of Scripture is not mainly a story about God demanding better humans; it is a story about God reclaiming a people who can live with Him again.
That’s why the gospel doesn’t just forgive; it restores. It brings you back to the face you were made for. It brings you back to the voice you were made to hear: I am glad to be with you. Abide in my love. This is why Jesus’ way of forming disciples so often begins with presence before fixing—table before instruction, welcome before correction, a look of love before a hard invitation. He doesn’t only solve problems; He rebuilds people. He anchors them in the Father’s heart so their lives don’t run on panic or striving, but on secure connection.
And this is where the picture of a Joy Bank becomes more than a helpful metaphor—it becomes a map for living in the world as God intended. Imagine your soul has a bank account. God designed it that way on purpose. You cannot love well for long if you are constantly overdrawn. You cannot stay patient under pressure if your inner reserves are empty. You cannot carry burdens, face conflict, fight temptation, or persevere through suffering by sheer force of will—at least not without becoming brittle, harsh, or numb. Eventually, you will crash. Not because you’re lazy, but because you’re human.
So God, in His wisdom, built into reality a way to live: receive, store, release. Your Joy Bank fills when you return to His presence—not as a concept, but as a Person. When you sit under His gaze and let His love land on you. When prayer stops being a transaction and becomes communion. When Scripture becomes encounter. When worship warms what life has chilled. When you remember: He is for me; He is with me; His face is turned toward me. Sometimes it comes through the quiet. Sometimes through tears. Sometimes through laughter with believers who carry Jesus in their eyes. But the deposit is always the same: relational life—safe, delighting, steady. This is replenishment. This is strength. This is what makes obedience possible without becoming a grind: you obey because you’re connected, not because you’re terrified.
But here’s the other side of the design: you cannot keep a Joy Bank without limits. Limits are not the enemy of joy; they are its protection. God placed boundaries in Eden not to punish humanity, but to guard life. He gives Sabbath not as an extra assignment, but as a declaration: you are not a machine. You are not God. You can stop, and the world will not collapse. Limits are the banks of the river—without them, the water spreads thin and disappears; with them, it becomes deep and strong and able to move things.
Limits protect your joy from constant leakage: saying no to what drains your soul, refusing hurry as a master, stepping out of toxic cycles, guarding your mind from rehearsing fear, cutting off what inflames lust or envy, breaking agreement with shame, choosing sleep, choosing rest, choosing honest friendship, choosing repentance quickly so you don’t harden. Limits are how you tell the truth: I need God. Limits are how you stay human. And staying human is how you stay close. So life with God becomes a rhythm: recharge and release. You return to His face, and you fill. You honor limits, and you keep what you received. And then you pour out—not in frantic depletion, but in holy overflow.
And what does overflow look like? It looks like the world becoming Eden-shaped again. It looks like parents whose homes feel safe because they themselves are grounded in God’s love. It looks like marriages that repair quickly because both spouses know where to go for replenishment. It looks like people who can confront injustice without becoming hateful, because they’re fueled by a stronger joy than rage. It looks like communities that practice mercy without enabling evil, grace without denial, truth without cruelty. It looks like disciples who don’t just teach Bible facts, but carry a spiritual atmosphere—faces that say, “I’m glad to be with you,” because they’ve been with the One whose face says it first.
And it replicates. Not because you pressured people into a program, but because this kind of life is contagious. A joy-filled disciple can create a joy-filled space. A joy-filled space can form a stable person. Stable people can love under stress. Loving people can build families. Families can build communities. Communities can multiply disciples. And disciples, full of God, can carry the garden outward again—into neighborhoods, workplaces, classrooms, and nations.
This is the life you were made for: not a Christian life that is mostly an exhausted attempt to be good, but a with-God life—steady, replenished, warm, courageous. A life where God is not merely your Supreme ruler in theory, but your intimate friend in practice. A life where His joy becomes your strength, and His love becomes your inner reserve. And from that reserve, you release love into the world—forming people and places that look a little more like home, until the earth is filled with the goodness of the King who walks with His children.
