I am glad when My children acknowledge Me as Father; it shows they are growing in their acceptance of this and in their understanding of My love for them. It is one of the hardest things for Me to see My children acting as servants, grovelling at My feet. I don't need servants, as I have all the angels of heaven to serve Me. I don't even want good works; that doesn't interest Me at all. But I do want sons. Every father wants sons, and I AM no different. It cost Me everything

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

The first shafts of light Began to stretch across the Eastern sky. A new day had begun. Purple, blue, pink Slowly they stretched across the arc of the sky Like gentle strokes of a paintbrush. Their brilliance advanced. A night became day. The white fluffy clouds Danced and floated like lambs frolicking. As the morning advanced. The azure blue spread Like a brilliant blanket in all directions. Then midday arrived. The blazing yellow sun Sent its light, warmth and radiance Puls

Dear child, many years ago, I sent my son down from heaven. He walked the earth like you are doing now. My son knew what it was like not to be accepted. He was judged wrongly. He was taunted. Yet, he showed you how to live. He lived a life of compassion and kindness. He loved and accepted everyone regardless of their sex, race, or beliefs. He was your perfect example. He then paid the ultimate sacrifice by being crucified. This is not for anything he had done but to take all

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