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

Oh, My Beloved Child, I AM your Father. Selah. Surely you know that? Surely you know that I keep you, I lead you, I comfort you and that I will never leave you? Surely you know what it is to be loved by Me, Almighty God? Surely you are aware of My ever-present, ever-loving, and ever-leading nature? Surely you must have experienced breakthroughs, healings, and deliverances in your past that come from My hand? Surely you know that I AM good, a good, good God who will never let

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

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

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

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

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

God ordained your very life, God held you from day one, God saw who you were to be. God created and formed you, God chose you for his purpose, God has made you unique. God guides you through the days, God protects you through the nights, God guides you till your final hours. God knows your thoughts, God understands your worries, God is familiar with all your ways. God saw you, God sees you, God knows you by name, God delights in you always. ©️Sarah Joy Holden

Your voice was created to carry the language of heaven; the resonance of heaven is love. When we speak from the Spirit of Christ, we release shalom—the authority that breaks chaos and restores divine order. This is a call to come out of religion, striving and performance, and return to the rest, freedom and love of Eden so that together we can truly say: "The Spirit and the Bride say, Come."

Sarah is a dedicated woman of faith who frequently wrestles with material possessions. She believed that such belongings were essential for her acceptance in various social circles. Constantly fluctuating between secular beliefs and Christian values, she sought to blend the benefits of both worlds. Yet, she began to sense a profound internal shift brewing beneath the surface. With time, her indecisiveness became more unsettling. One day, while Sarah was in her room contemplat

Photo and poem written by Sarah Joy Holden In moments of despair, When fear filters into the air, When life seems too much to bear, God is here; He is always near. With a listening ear, He hears our cries, Wiping away every tear from our eyes. A friend who demonstrates His care, For God is good, and He is fair. To Him, we hold a place so dear; He has endless time to spare. In our prayers, we can draw near— Wherever we are, God is always there.

Dear child, Are you searching for acceptance? Are you desiring connection? Are you looking for community and relationships that build you up, not tear you down? Look no further. I am all that you desire. Call to me your creator, father, counsellor, and friend. I will speak to you in a gentle whisper. I will communicate with you through my amazing creation. I created you to desire connection. Connect with me. I never fail you. I will never desert you. I never speak badly about

I’m not sure how she got in. I think it was through an open window, but she sneaked in and made herself at home. Self-loathing was her name. She was a large presence; she filled up most of any space. She would show me all my flaws. Telling me I needed to be thinner, younger, fitter. I could never please her. Soon, her close relative, ‘comparison’, barged her way in. At least she sat quietly in a corner most days, but when I let her speak, she had an incredibly loud voice. Com

“Excuse me”, Molly said “Can I sit on your knee?” Of course, Sweetheart So she did. He continued to talk She rested Slowly, gradually, her eyes shut She fell asleep He continued Gently moving her into a more comfortable position. After a while, she woke Rubbed her eyes, smiled “Thank you”, she said He smiled and kissed her forehead. “Excuse me” Johnny said “Can you help me?” “Of course” He said “I’m confused” “I’m also a bit lonely” “Can I talk to you?” “Of course” He said S

You know, my beloved child, this story has no end, just as my Kingdom never ends. Once you are seated at My Table, you will never run out of things to experience, enjoy, or marvel at. What you have seen has profoundly touched your soul. The questions I've asked you have challenged, empowered, encouraged, and yes, transformed you. I've revealed my love to you in numerous ways and presented you with new things to think about. And yes, there is so much more to learn about me and

There they sat around the table - All the twelve friends of Jesus, These twelve apostles of His, It was to be no ordinary supper. "Love, service and betrayal Our Lord encountered it all - For sinners like you and me." After supper, Jesus broke bread - And said, 'This is my body broken for you. Then he took the cup of wine - And said, 'This is my blood shed for you'. "Love, service and betrayal Our Lord encountered it all - For sinners, like you and me." This night was no ord

And so, my beloved child, let me ask you more probing questions: What do you expect to find at the table? Where do your expectations come from, and why do you have them? Yes, I understand, it opens your heart again, considering these things, so let's explore them before we see what I've actually laid out for you. So, the conventional understanding might lead you to believe that you are to eat of the flesh of My Crucified Son, and that is all there is on the table, and all you

Take me, take me now. Take from me all that shouldn't be. Take from me all worry and sorrow. Take my hand and be my guide. Take my yesterday and tomorrow. Take from me what I can't handle. Take me, and make me new. Take me, and mould me. Take my hand for you, I will follow. Take my voice when words fail me. Take me, let your loving grace flow. Take me, Jesus, as I am - I come to thee.

Today I sat down to pray. But I fell asleep. That deep, restful sleep. Where you wake up refreshed. But I felt guilty “Sorry, Lord.” I stammered. Then He said “How do you feel when your child Falls asleep in your arms?” I was shaken, I hadn’t seen it from His perspective. I knew I was safe I knew I was loved I knew He held me. So, I relaxed, I yawned. But I felt so loved and refreshed. Next time, And there will be a next time I will enjoy it. Thank You, Father. Again.