Dear child, Come to me with your weariness and heavy heart. I'll be your sanctuary from the noise of the world. Come sit and tell me what troubles you. Leave your burdens with me. Let me give you the peace your heart and mind need. Love from your Heavenly Father. Then Jesus said, "Come to me and all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28.

There is a voice When troubles come That speaks our name A voice that is serene. There is a voice When inner fears come By our side, helping us cope A voice full of love and hope. There is a voice Softly and tenderly it spoke So sincere and so wise A voice that comforts thee. There is a voice A voice we can believe All-powerful and true A voice that will never lie. There is a voice That speaks your name Who communes with thee In the midst of circumstance. Voic

Slip knot, chain stitch, double crochet, half double crochet. I have started to learn a new language. Years ago, I tried to learn crochet, but got so frustrated that I threatened to put the crochet hook up my sister's nose while she was trying so hard to teach me. After numerous attempts, I accepted that I couldn’t crochet. A few weeks ago, I changed my attitude and said, “I will try to learn again”. A patient friend sat and talked me through the basic steps. I felt the frust

I am glad when My children acknowledge Me as Father; it shows they are growing in their acceptance of this and in their understanding of My love for them. It is one of the hardest things for Me to see My children acting as servants, grovelling at My feet. I don't need servants, as I have all the angels of heaven to serve Me. I don't even want good works; that doesn't interest Me at all. But I do want sons. Every father wants sons, and I AM no different. It cost Me everything

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

Dear child, the path you have travelled has been full of potholes, ditches, and brambles. Navigating these has not always been easy. Sometimes you've fallen and stayed down, waiting for the strength to get back up again. On your journey, there has also been lots of joy, laughter, and glimpses of light. Even in the darkest part of your journey, I have been near you. Keep walking closely to me. I'm holding you in my victorious right hand. I will never let go of you. I will keep

Keyboard strikes… tap tap tap Delete Delete Delete… tap tap tap. Like raindrops hitting the cement… tap tap tap The words of human frailty fall to the ground. Can You hear what I’m thinking? A dozen questions flood my mind Of what to ask you. Am I listening clearly? Normal and predictable verse I do not want. I don’t want to write anything without you being the author. I feel an aching to write. It’s like an itch that I can’t scratch. The depth, the emotion, the clever

You've been faithfully by our side, Took thy hand and were our guide, Your grace has brought us here, And you say you'll never leave. You've been the anchor of our life, Gave us strength to believe, You have kept us and held us, With you nothing is impossible. Times when there's been silence, When life has rushed us by, You're right there time after time, You've never forgotten about us. Your angels keep an eye on us, Day and night we're never alone, With peace from sunset to

Jack Black was a stunning, black Friesian workhorse. All he had ever known was work. He used his strength to pull carts that his owner would attach to his harness. Jack Black would obediently pull anything that was asked of him. He was strong but also gentle. Even when working, if a child came near and wanted to pet him, he would lower his head so they could stroke his soft, velvety nose. At the end of the day, he loved it when his harness and cart were removed, and his owner

We are often left to wonder Could we have done more? A different route to explore To foresee what was in store. "If only" is a trap that makes us insecure It holds in our worst fears. The non-potential of going forward - and drowning in all our tears. There is so much in God's purpose That often many fail to see. The potential that is out there Of what each of us can be. So even in the absence, There is something to be sure: A life serving others is how - GRACE and HOPE endur

Come sit with me, Lord For I have nothing left to give. Come sit with me, Lord For if you don’t I know I cannot live. Come sit with me, Lord For my heart is all alone. Come sit with me, Lord I need You, And You alone. Come sit with me, Lord I am broken and alone. Come sit with me, Lord For I cannot carry on. Come sit with me, Lord You’re the answer, That I crave. Come sit with me, Lord For I want to really live. Sit with me, Lord I have nothing left to give But if You sit wit

Pyramidial Orchid The pink flower danced in the long grass. Its petals were small but perfectly formed. The yellow centre looked like a little yellow sun But the single dewdrop sparkled like a diamond. The tall grass waved gracefully A butterfly fluttered and danced over the grasses It landed lightly on the flower. As the heat of the day grew The grass bent in the clawing heat, The little flower just smiled at the sun. As the day moved to a close The flower continued to follo

The stallion stood in the corner near the tall trees. In the shade. He watched He lowered his elegant head and nibbled the grass. The mares moved closer. He snorted defiantly. He moved away. Then He raised his majestic head, Looked towards the towering mountain tops. He snorted again. He began to trot Slowly at first. Every muscle, sinew and joint Flowing in perfect harmony. His jet-black mane and tail flowing in the wind. His hooves pounding on the dry ground. Gently, then a

I sat, waiting with an expectant heart, wondering what kind of tray Jesus would present to me. He came quietly into my space and stretched out his arms. In his hands was a marble tray. He set it on a little table in front of me. I tried hard to hide my disappointment. I thought my tray would be a handcrafted wooden one. Why marble, I thought? As I looked down at the white marble, I noticed streaks of gold running through it. The marble was cold to the touch. I chuckled, think

Have you ever wondered who you are? Have you struggled to understand thus far? Have you tried to work it out only to be confused? Have you asked others only to be badly bruised? Who you are is often hidden within you, You don't see it, know it and don't have a clue. And yet others speak over you lies, Breaking your heart with tears fill your eyes. Do you remember that word that cuts so deep? That word so harsh it broke you and made you weep? Do you remember the effect it

God's grace is worth more, Much more than I deserve, Greater than I can give, Joy to give and receive. God's grace is so divine; Something to treasure. His grace is immeasurable, It encompasses all of time. Grace is the exercise of love; A love that took my place, When Jesus died for me, God's riches at Christ's expense. In God's beautiful garden of grace, Where my heart flutters free, Beneath the shelter of His tree, A haven where one feels safe. Never beyond

Dear child, do you go to other people asking for their opinions or advice before coming to me? Please don't use me as your last option. Come to me first. I am the first and the last, the beginning and the end. I created you. I knew you better than you know yourself. I know how you process situations. I know what gives you anxiety. I know what brings you joy. I know what is best for you. In this world, you have so many voices clamouring for your attention, screaming at you fro

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

Walking down the leafy lane She noticed the quiet. She stopped Listened. There was actually so much sound. Not noise Sound. The thrush twittering. The blackbird calling. Even the sheep were bleating. She stopped further along. Then sat on a large flat grey boulder. She listened. Nature was just doing its thing. She laughed at the lamb dancing on its mother’s back. The bumble bees humming. While flitting from flower to flower. The hover fly looked as if it were choosing a spec