I wake in the morning, With praise on my lips, Thanking God for the day ahead. I kneel in the evening, With praise in my heart, Thanking God for the day I had.

Dear child, each day I make the sun rise. May not always see it in all its glory. There may be clouds covering it. You may not have been awake to notice it, yet it's still there at the start of a new day. A new day means a fresh start, a clean slate. It means fresh hope. It's the beginning of new opportunities. Leave yesterday behind. Leave behind any regrets. Leave behind any hurts. Leave behind any failings. This is a new day. Let's walk through it together. Look up to me f

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

No picture could truly encapsulate Creation And so, my beloved child, what a journey of discovery we have been on, and what impact it has had on your heart as you consider these things I have set before you. There is much to consider and ponder over that I have shown you, and yet there is more — there is always more. Let me show you what creates the abundance you now see before you. As I lift the veil that covers the table — a veil you didn't even realise was there — which ex

Our house feels like living inside a musical. Not necessarily in the song quality, but definitely in quantity. It’s hard to say "Hello," "You're welcome," or "We're halfway there" without someone breaking into song. And it’s not just music. Our days are packed with lines from films, adverts, and TV shows. “Coffee, coffee, boy, do I need coffee!” “Bacon is good for me!” I’m not sure it’s entirely normal (which is why I try to restrain myself in public), but it’s definitely n

Dear child, you are carrying burdens that are not yours to carry. You carry offence. You are carrying other people's pain. You are believing other people's hurtful words about you. Let me, wash away all that is clinging to you, and that is weighing you down. Let my love and my light wash it all away. As I wash you clean with my love, walk closely with me so that on this journey of life, nothing will burden you again, as I will carry it for you. Keep turning your face and you

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

There are so many beautiful miracles recorded in the Bible. Jesus turned water into wine. Jesus healed the blind, the deaf and the lame. A woman who had been to so many Doctors because of her bleeding just touched the hem of Jesus’s cloak and was healed. Jesus healed a boy when he was in another town. He didn't even need to be in proximity to him. Jesus told the woman at the well about her past, not to shame or condemn her, but to show her the way to live a full, free life, w

And so, my beloved child, here we are at this beautiful place, a place that is safe and perfect, intimate and secluded. Selah Now tell me how it has changed you, and how you feel now compared to before you arrived. Do you feel that sense of welcome? Do you feel a sense of belonging that you didn't before? Selah I know it's a lot to take in, and you haven't yet seen what's been prepared for you. Before we do that, I want us to spend some time together, enjoy each other's compa

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

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.

The old oak kitchen table Stood on the uneven floor. She slid down the bench seat. Rubbed her hands on the table top. She smiled and remembered. The day her 2-year-old grandson Had danced on the tabletop. The day her whole family had played Monopoly How they had laughed and complained How her youngest usually won. The Sunday morning her future son-in-law Asked for her beautiful daughter’s hand in marriage. When her crazy friends had a posh tea party. The tears, the laughs, th

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

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

I arrived at the station in plenty of time for a hot drink and to use the facilities. As I exited the car, I got an alert on my phone. Your train has been cancelled. I needed to be at my destination at a certain time as I was supporting my friend at an appointment. I looked at the screen with the vast arrays of times and destinations and was baffled. Anyone who truly knows me knows that my sense of direction is appalling, so I didn’t want to choose a train that was going in t

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