In Jesus, we have reassuring peace In Jesus, we find real hope In Jesus, we daily put our trust In Jesus, there is overflowing joy In Jesus, we shall not need to fear In Jesus, there is comfort for our souls In Jesus, we have complete faith In Jesus, there is everlasting love In Jesus, is where we can find rest In Jesus, there is redemption In Jesus, we find safety from the storm In Jesus, there is boundless grace In Jesus, is where our strength comes from In Jesus, there is

My child, my precious- precious child Stand beside me and take my hand Though this day may be easy or hard Trust in me and follow in my lead For I have loved you since day one But I'm here for you if you need I don't need to be Google-searched I've got all the time in the world Travelling the broad and narrow way Through every reached door and gate I'm Your heavenly Father - night 'n' day As I've been since the dawn of time Love from Your heavenly Daddy

Dear child, I created this amazing world. I formed it out of the void. I spoke and created light. I spoke, and there was night and day. I spoke and made the earth and the sky. I created land and sea. I made seed-bearing plants and trees. I filled the sea with all kinds of fish I placed every type of bird in the sky. I spoke and said, “Be fruitful and multiply” I made all kinds of animals to roam the beautiful Earth I created. Then I made human beings I made you all. I formed

Scripture speaks more often than we might expect about the hidden places  of the human person. One of its most striking metaphors (oddly!) is the kidneys . In the Old Testament, kidneys are used as an image for the deepest inner workings of a person — the seat of emotion, affection, conscience, and desire: the deepest, most concealed parts of the self . Psalm 26:2 says, “ Test me, Lord, and try me; examine my heart and my mind.” And Psalm 16:7 declares, “I will pr

Continuing the series on My Table, released each weekend for 6 weeks. Please read the previous posts on this website. And just like the fruit in creation, the fruit of my Kingdom is many, with a variety of shapes and differences, each with different colours, shapes, sizes, and tastes, providing special nourishment and vital ingredients for well-being. Each one is created with a purpose, revealing my Grace and my Sufficiency.   Notice the abundance of them, and they are free t

And what more can you see on the table set before you? You have only just begun exploring, and there is so much more to see and experience. You then hear clapping coming from the mists of the table, but can’t identify its source. You try to work out what kind of clapping it is and imagine its origin. Yes, it's like a dove’s wings when it takes off; it's like a seal’s flippers clapping together; it's like you would imagine a tree would sound if it clapped; and it is like the s

One of the first things that Father told me after we found out about my loved one’s terminal cancer diagnosis was this: it’s not about the destination; it’s about the journey. He told me that the journey we would go on as a family would be something that would draw us even closer together, and that it would be a precious thing, something that we would remember and cherish with a heart full of thankfulness and wonder, not a bitter memory that we would try to forget.   Society

I love walking in the dales and looking across the amazing patchwork quilt-like fields. Each field has a beautifully crafted dry stone wall as its border. Dry stone walls intrigue me. They have no cement to hold it together. Yet, a well-made wall can last up to 100 to 150 years. The builder starts with a good foundation, then chooses flat, wide stones and small stones to fill up the gaps. I found out that this technique is called hearting. I started thinking about walls in ge

The Dandelion stood in the middle of the lawn Yellow petals reaching to the sun. Day after day it fluttered in the breeze. Then one day an explosion happened, The wind gentle at first Rushed across the lawn. The dandelion bent its fluffy head and Thousands of tiny seeds Flew off on an adventure. Each one carrying life. Delicate but life filled. Are you a dandelion? Pregnant with life. With seeds With spiritual life for others. Let the wind of the Spirit blow through you Let y

I chose you to be my adopted son, Yes its true, all the work has been done. Your name written in heaven's book,  Let me show you, let's have a look.   Really, there is no room for doubting it, No longer an outcast or a misfit, Given a name marked out as royalty, A reward, my child, for all your loyalty.   Yes, bought out of slavery, redeemed, Something that you never would have dreamed. And now with Holy Spirit in you sealed, Prostrate on your face, have you kneeled.   And no