I love walking in the dales and looking across the amazing patchwork quilt-like fields. Each field has a beautifully crafted dry stone wall as its border. Dry stone walls intrigue me. They have no cement to hold it together. Yet, a well-made wall can last up to 100 to 150 years. The builder starts with a good foundation, then chooses flat, wide stones and small stones to fill up the gaps. I found out that this technique is called hearting. I started thinking about walls in ge

I chose you to be my adopted son, Yes its true, all the work has been done. Your name written in heaven's book,  Let me show you, let's have a look.   Really, there is no room for doubting it, No longer an outcast or a misfit, Given a name marked out as royalty, A reward, my child, for all your loyalty.   Yes, bought out of slavery, redeemed, Something that you never would have dreamed. And now with Holy Spirit in you sealed, Prostrate on your face, have you kneeled.   And no

Continuing the Series describing what is found on the Table the Lord has set for us Now, look at the utensils and describe them to me. Pick them up and feel them. That surprised you, didn't it? You instinctively put them down quickly. You felt power as you touched them, didn't you? They were heavy, but they seemed charged with electricity, and that is because they are holy utensils set apart for my purposes. Just as the utensils of the temple were sacred, so are these, becaus

Dear child, you've come through another winter. Spring is around the corner. In midst of darkness, there is always a glimmer of hope. Hold on to that. Hope in me. The bulbs have pushed through the darkness of winter. And so, my child, will you soon the bright vibrant petals will bloom and they will turn their faces to the spring sun. This, my child, is what I desire from you. Keep turning your face and heart to me. I will warm you. I will strengthen you. I will be with you.

I sense your excitement. I'm excited too. So, you have just sat down, trying to take it all in. Let me help you with that. I will now open your eyes in the Spirit to see, your ears to hear, your heart to feel, your nose to smell, and your hands to touch all that is before you. What do you feel? You first feel an embrace, like one you've never felt before. It is an embrace in the Spirit that instantly settles your soul, filling you with the shalom peace you've heard about but

Here at the table, we come Invited by the King of Kings To come and feast with him Taking rest from our troubles. Here we have come to His table Where the Lion and the lamb meet All are welcome to take their place The Friend, Foe, and stranger sit. There is space and more spare chairs No settings or reservations necessary For God has already set a place for us So, come sit, enjoy being in his company. When at His table, put down our phones Switch off our other electronic dev

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

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

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

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

Today is the next day of your life You have a choice It can be good. It can be interesting It can be wonderful Or you can cope with it or not Just because it isn’t what you wanted Doesn’t mean it’s not for you. A beautiful garden begins in the dirt. The destruction of what was previously there. The stones are removed, The grass pulled out The weeds killed and removed. This leaves a bare patch of ground. Then the planner comes in. He hears what the client wants. He goes away,

I’m walking in the cool of the evening, barefoot in the damp grass of a vast, gently undulating field. I’m wearing a long, white robe tied round my middle with a linen belt. I am carrying a huge backpack on my back, which is weighing me down, making walking a struggle, and I stumble frequently. My Father is walking beside me, he is leading the way. There is a stream babbling along beside us, cutting its meandering way through the field. Light is sparkling from the water as it