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

Behold the Lamb of God; Where my hope is found in Him. God, my father and faithful friend, For a relationship I have with Him. What a saviour I've been blessed. For in our need His power is displayed; I shall overcome the burdens of my life. From these my chains, I'm released, Yet not by myself, but Christ in me, Hallelujah - in Christ, I've been freed. Throughout all my days, I'll follow You; I’ll rise above the burdens I face. Jesus, my source of help and strength. I'll

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

You know that story in Luke 15 of the lost sheep that the shepherd leaves the others to find? Well, I’m part of that flock. I’m not that lost sheep, but another. Growing up, I was always, what you would call, a “good lamb.” I followed the Shepherd. I stayed with the flock. I did what I was supposed to do. But, when I look at the other animals, I felt ashamed to be a sheep. I, like others, would leave the pen to graze in the fields. When I was no longer a lamb, at times, I wou

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

My child, my precious- precious child Stand beside me and take my hand Though this day may be easy or hard Trust in me and follow in my lead For I have loved you since day one But I'm here for you if you need I don't need to be Google-searched I've got all the time in the world Travelling the broad and narrow way Through every reached door and gate I'm Your heavenly Father - night 'n' day As I've been since the dawn of time Love from Your heavenly Daddy

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

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’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