As I walked through the forest this October and heard the leaves rustling and felt the cool wind blowing through the trees, as I saw the few remaining brambles on the bushes and felt the softness of the moss in my hands, I heard the Lord's invitation. “Will you let go of the last season, whether it was a good season or a bad season?” For me, I didn’t want the summer to end. Even though the summer wasn't particularly easy for me, with some health challenges, I didn't want the

Many of us in this season have weathered difficult storms, and some have suffered great loss. It takes a lot to process, and asking the big “Why” question isn't very productive; it can lead us down paths of introspection, even into self-pity. That is not to condemn, but it is our natural response to difficult situations. But did not the Gospel writer John say, These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of g

Many once knew me as Blind Bartimaeus; my story is told in the most famous book. But I’ll tell you what happened after my sight was restored. How, from my perspective, it has been for me. When Jesus restored my sight, I moved immediately from physical darkness to vibrant clarity, looking first at Jesus' face. There was no slow adjustment period or blurry recovery. After years of relying on sound, touch, and smell on what is known as my corner (Barney's corner) in Jericho, c

There was nothing wrong with his hearing; that was for sure! He heard the farrier's hammer hit the anvil as he shaped the horseshoe. He heard the market sellers call out their deals of the day. He heard exhausted mothers reprimand their boisterous children, He heard the unpleasant sound of desperate rats scratching the dry, dusty ground, hoping for crumbs or scraps of food that people may drop. He was glad of his other senses t The smell of the fresh bread on the barrow that

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

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

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

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

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

Before I had even entered the house, I felt something was not right. A feeling of dread filled my whole being. The hair stood up on the back of my neck. Yet, I still turned the key and walked through my front door. I saw him, before he saw me; he was wearing a black hoodie. His hood covered all of his face. He was sitting cross-legged on my lounge floor. I froze, dropped everything I was carrying. They say your fight-or-flight response will kick in. Mine did not. I stood as i

The little girl toddled into the elegant restaurant ballroom. She looked around slowly. She stopped, then she gazed at the chandelier in the centre of the room. She smiled in awe and wonder at the beauty. The way the light twinkled, sparkled and danced around the room. She then walked carefully into the centre of the ballroom. She sat down, leaned back and gazed at the ceiling. Quietly, she whispered, “Oh! So beautiful.” Across the room, an elderly lady noticed her. She

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

Note from the author: This spoken word came from a deep longing for more of God and was motivated by daily reading the Psalms aloud and praying in the Spirit at the end of each line. Acknowledging our need for our Creator's Love is the first step toward breaking our reliance on self or others to fill the void that only He can fill. So, reach out today, invite the Holy Spirit to come and rest in you, befriend you, and share His love with you. You will not be disappointed. If y

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

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

And now, let us take a moment to look around you, beyond the table, and observe the surroundings. The setting is a forest clearing, bordered by the most gracious and majestic trees you have ever seen, yet you are in the most lush meadow, with beautiful wildflowers in bloom. The fragrance is a collection of the most beautiful sensations that speak to your soul, reviving, relieving, and restoring. Can you hear the flowers as they interact? Can you hear the giggles and their lau

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