Perhaps I’m too proud Perhaps I’m too loud Perhaps I’m afraid of standing out from the crowd Perhaps I’m too tall Perhaps I’m too small Perhaps I’m afraid of bringing my all Perhaps I’m too tired Perhaps I’m too wired Perhaps I’m afraid I’m gonna be fired Perhaps I’ll forget Perhaps I’ll regret Perhaps I’ll just run up masses of debt Perhaps I won’t know Perhaps it won’t grow Perhaps it'll just be a flop of a show But perhaps I’ll be braver than my thinki

I introduce to you "My Table", which is a series of conversations I had with the Lord over a period of 13 days, in which He showed me what was on the Table set before my enemies (Psalm 23). It is my intent to publish Part 2 tomorrow and the other installments each weekend until the last one. It is my greatest pleasure to respond to your cries, to change things, to shed light, and to breathe life into the darkness. It's going to be more than just OK; it's going to be brilliant

I arrived at the station in plenty of time for a hot drink and to use the facilities. As I exited the car, I got an alert on my phone. Your train has been cancelled. I needed to be at my destination at a certain time as I was supporting my friend at an appointment. I looked at the screen with the vast arrays of times and destinations and was baffled. Anyone who truly knows me knows that my sense of direction is appalling, so I didn’t want to choose a train that was going in t

II - Roses and Wrinkles I am realising that death, or at least anticipated death, is changing my perspective on almost everything. For example, I was given some beautiful roses for my birthday. They are so lovely that I automatically leant forward to smell them, but found they had no fragrance at all. They looked like they should have had the most beautiful sweet aroma, but there was nothing …they smelt of nothing. Not bad, not sweet, just nothing. I'm told they are grown

Photo by John Price on Unsplash I don’t actually stand at the front anymore. I stand at the very back of the room. Maybe I’m avoiding being seen. The jury’s still out on that. But week after week, I slip to the back, lean in, and watch—housed and unhoused, churched and unchurched, all turned toward a band I used to stand in front of. Now I’m behind everyone, quietly asking a question I never thought I’d have to ask: Have I spent years worshiping… or performing? I carry this

The watchman stood on the wall. He looked out to the horizon. Yes alert Watching Seeing Observing Sometimes it was hard being alone. Other times it was good. Then He saw it. A little bit of dust Kicked up in the distance. Just where the Land and Sky meet! He was alert He continued to watch Yes, it was getting bigger. Was it the wind? No It was! It was! Horsemen? Who were they? More alert than ever He continued to watch Then He saw it The colours. Not friendly colours So, He p

The heat was intense She had a sore back But She kept going. Her mother-in-law needed food. All day All hot day. Then one of the men came over. He said, “Boss says come and eat.” She followed shyly Not sure. She knew she didn’t fit. She sat at the far end of the table Hoping to hide in the noise of food. He smiled at Her That was all. Just as She got up to leave He said, “Stay in our fields You will be safe here. My girls will protect you. No man will come near.” She nodded A

God is here with you Every hour he is near God knows all about you There's nothing to fear God knows your needs He sees through the storms When we face life's trials He fights all of our battles God will never leave you He has time for everyone No appointments necessary He's available for us always God is where our help comes from When life seems to overwhelm us He is able when humanly we aren't God is right there in our midsts. ©️ Sarah Joy Holden

The mighty Oak stood in the corner of the field. Its branches reaching to the azure, blue sky. She looked at its majestic beauty And wondered? How could something so strong and beautiful have grown here? It was in the corner of a long-forgotten field. A long-neglected garden. Yet it had quietly continued to grow. Through storms Lightning, thunder and rain. The relentless rain. The mind-numbing snow The twinkling frost. All of nature’s fury But also, the warming rays of the su

Facebook doesn't control me Writing doesn't consume me Television doesn't own me The News doesn't feed me. Being out walking delights me Rest comes when it needs me People watching intrigues me Volunteering occupies me. I often offer so much of myself Sometimes it's hard to switch off But I'm learning to care for myself Despite people's common belief. AI can't regenerate me No scientist can clone me A robot can't replace me Technology can't sympathise. I'm not a puppet for an

There's a book I love to read I read from it day and night Its main character is my friend From it, good things I'm taught. I heard read in my early years I've read it throughout my life Its contents I'll share with others It's the foundation of my life. This helps me on life's journey It is translated into many languages Relevant yesterday as it is today Full of history, knowledge, promises. This book is never outdated True in every way - non-fiction It is the bible - the wo

I'm on a journey at the moment. It's a hard journey, a journey full of pain and grieving, but also a journey which includes touches of beauty and moments of grace. Someone very dear to me was recently diagnosed with terminal cancer and hasn't got very much longer to live on this earth, although thankfully, she has an eternity to live in heaven. So why have I called my blog Fields of Grace? Well, last week I was worshipping God and praying about the situation and the journey

Someone thought of you today Someone prayed for you this day Someone called you today Someone offered you help this day Someone believed in you today Someone engaged with you today Someone did you a good deed today Someone treated you on this day Someone showed compassion today Someone fought your corner this day Someone paid it forward for you today Someone listened to you on this day Someone stood with you today Someone walked by your side on this day Someone knew you by na

God has no favourites, He loves us all the same. No matter the circumstances, God's love is so deep n wide. Whatever our creed or abilities, Come to Jesus just as you are. See the great things he's done for us, He is your Father, you are His child. His Holy Spirit is our guide, We needn't be afraid - for he is kind. He is good, and he is gentle, The most true and loyal friend. God is waiting to receive you, Will you love him, accept him? To receive his special invitation to

Dear child, I love all that I create. I never show favouritism. Not one person is more important to me than another. My heart hurts when you do not love and accept each other. I've created you all to need each other. My desires to see you all living in unity. Even when you disagree or do not understand one another. You can still show kindness and compassion. My world needs people to be gentle and kind. Love one another as I have loved you. Love from your heavenly Father. I

She struggles through the shopping. She doesn’t want to be here But She knows everyone wants a part of her She hides behind a mask. She knows just what to say But they don’t understand Her pain. They don’t know the empty, hollow hole at the centre of Her. She can hide in a crowd She can make everyone else feel good But who notices Her She copes, well, they think She does She just gets on and does what is expected of Her All around She observes life But frequently She does not

Love is already here. In fact, she has always been here, since the very beginning. She does not announce her presence loudly, but your heart can already sense her. She speaks softly but with a voice that is sure and strong. She moves slowly and gently around the room in a beautiful and graceful dance. She is not in a rush. To begin with, you may not see anything other than the faintest flicker of light, or feel a peace and softness in the air. But know that she is there.

Well, this is it – the last Walking Through Wilderness blog! If you’ve been with me on this journey, whether for a short or long time, thank you. Thank you so much for sharing in and being a part of my story, my memories, my ramblings and revelations. My hope is that these blogs have helped inspire you to dig your own well and to press into God as your source of life, instead of looking to other people. Remember to celebrate the victories you’ve encountered, even the little o