One small step at a time; Taking time to meditate To hear the voice of the Lord Words spoken by the Holy Spirit A writer's gift given to me To be his witness in life In all I speak and write By faith, hope and love. There's a voice I love to hear The Voice of God speaks to me The inspiration for all I write Silences the critic's voice. For God's purpose, I scribe Telling of the good works he's done A testimony of his sacrifice When he died on a cross for me. Sarah Joy Holden

When you’re in a wilderness, the most natural mindset to adopt is one of survival. I talked about having a ‘survival mindset’ in my last blog, and today, we’re going to take that one step further. There is another way of thinking that is just as detrimental as a survival mentality, and which often goes hand in hand with it: a poverty mentality. These two negative ways of thinking are similar in that they both have an engrained mindset of helplessness. The survival mentality

Dear child, I’m inviting you to take some time with me. Life is so busy, and you quickly move from one thing to another. If your body isn’t moving, then your mind is racing with so many thoughts and worries I would love you to stop your hurrying and try and slow your racing thoughts and sit in a quiet place. Take a few moments and sit with me. Breathe in my peace. When we sit together, please don’t feel you have to say anything. Prayer isnt complicated. Just be still. Let th

“I Was Not Seen, Nor Soothed, Nor Safe, Nor Secure” is a deeply honest spoken word poem inspired by the four essential building blocks of healthy childhood development described by Daniel Siegel—being seen, soothed, safe, and secure—and a personal journey of growing up without them. This poem invites you into a story of restoration, hope, and grace through faith. I was not seen, nor soothed Nor safe, nor secure.  I sought the treasure But could find no cure    I heard try and

Hi, and welcome back. Last time I shared with you about a traumatic experience I had at a creative seminar I attended. On that day, I realised that I no longer had any dreams, and that hope had been banished from my heart. Everything came crashing down; I was in shock. How had I let myself get into such a mess? I asked Holy Spirit that question, and He told me that I had been living in ‘survival mode’. Everything I did was subconsciously designed with the aim of just surviv

January often feels like a year in itself(!), yet this one already seems to be moving quickly. Perhaps that in itself is significant. We are living in days of acceleration—days of crossing over—and the Church is being called to maturity. A Crossing-Over People The foundation for this talk begins in Deuteronomy 6 , one of the most important passages in the Hebrew Scriptures. These words were spoken to Israel just before they crossed over into Canaan to possess the land God had

The root of the word for wilderness in Hebrew is 'To Speak'. Wilderness seasons are not to be despised or avoided. God brings us into the wilderness so that He can speak to us there.

When the midnight meets the morning. When flora and fauna frequently congregate. When the land meets the mountain. When the earth meets the shore. When nature meets its season. When the heart meets nature. When the sun sets on the horizon. When creation breathes new life. When planets and stars align. When the wind fans a fire's flame. When a tiny seed produces great fruits. When the seasons alter the landscape. When we hear the mighty seas roar. When the harvest is in abunda

A spoken-word journey through brokenness, guilt, and the quiet ache of woundedness — yet it ultimately reveals the tender, restorative love of God. The shards of my shame,  lay scattered and shattered,  As I painfully sought, To piece together all that mattered.   Those shards of my shame,  The dregs of my dross, Sporadic and strewn, I kept account of my loss.    I felt for those shards, As I groped on the ground, The needles of guilt, In a room with no sound.   A room with n