It is a journey. A relationship A discovery. It is not a list of needs and wants. It is a moment of peace, A pain in your heart. It is love It is sorrow It is laughter It is hope It is desperation It is War Peace Pain Understanding It is emptiness Fulness Happiness Sadness Always available A moment in time, But most of all It is a conversation with You, Lord. Sometimes the words are spoken. Others, words poured out in pain. Then again, gratitude Then spontaneous joy. Praise p

Prayer is like a kaleidoscope of colour. Each colour represents its many facets. Red- anger, rage, passion, power. Blue- peace, calm, but also deep pain Even sorrow. Yellow- sunshine, happiness, warmth. White- forgiveness, purity, innocence. Pink- warmth, safety, hope. Black- deep pain, hurt, humility. Brown- everyday normalness. Indigo- hurt, deep anguish of the soul. Green- growth, newness, energy. Just as there are a multitude of colours, hues, shades, tones. So, there are

And God said, ‘Let there be lights in the expanse of the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them serve as signs to mark the seasons and days and years, and let them be lights in the expanse of the sky to give light on the earth.’ And it was so. God made two great lights – the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night.’ Genesis 1:14-16 ‘Stop the world, I want to get off.’ Came the deep, desperate cry. But the world continued to spi

Benjamin bounced up and down in the back of the car. He and his granny were waiting outside his big brother’s school for him to come out. He talked nonstop. Granny this, granny that. On and on he went. Then he stood very still. “Granny?” he said. Granny knew it was important because he stopped jumping. “Why is the sky blue? He queried. “Because it is,” Granny replied, not really sure what this was leading to. She knew him well enough to know this was leading somewhere. “But g

What if I loved you more? Would you care more for me? What if the stars fell from the sky? Would the remembrance of our story be? Could it be that your story is written from the beginning of time with Me? For it is I, who brought you to where, I had always planned for you to be. Time scales and memories balance on the knife edge of an infinite plane through the ruins and shards of wars long past, But my love still remains. I never gave up on you Even though you gave up on me.

Written by Sarah Joy Holden Prayer is never just for emergencies. Prayer is not a way to manipulate God. Prayer is not a vending machine for ourselves. Prayer should always be willing, not forced. Prayer isn't about personal shopping lists. Prayer is to be requested, not demanded. Prayer doesn't make us superior to others. Prayer is not to be misused or trashed. Prayer isn't a reason for personal desires. Prayer is an instruction taught only by God. Prayer is not a formula of

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 have been re-reading the account of Mary's conversation with the angel. The angel told Mary that she was going to carry the saviour of the world. After her very natural response of "How can I get pregnant, I am still a virgin?" She accepted the angel's answer. " For no word from God can ever fail" Her reply to that was " I am the Lord's servant" "May your word to me be fulfilled." Mary's faith was in a big God. She trusted that if God said it, then she had to believe it. Ma

In Luke's gospel, we read a beautiful account of what friendship looks like. A man who was paralysed and lay on a mat most of his life couldn’t get to the man who could heal him. Four of his faith-filled friends decided to carry him. They walked carrying him on his mat. It doesn’t say how long they walked. When they got to the house where Jesus was teaching, the house was bursting at its seams. It was full of people, all leaning in, hanging on to every word he was speaking.

Awake, Awake, O Church It’s time to rise and shine. It’s time to open eyes, ears and mouths and toe the Spirit’s line. It’s time to...

So many of us have no idea who we are or have an accurate assessment of how God sees us. We often compare ourselves to others and wish we...

So many of us have no idea who we are or have an accurate assessment of how God sees us. We often compare ourselves to others and wish we...

Come to Me, all you who labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle...