One small step at a time; Taking time to meditate To hear the voice of the Lord Words spoken by the Holy Spirit A writer's gift given to me To be his witness in life In all I speak and write By faith, hope and love. There's a voice I love to hear The Voice of God speaks to me The inspiration for all I write Silences the critic's voice. For God's purpose, I scribe Telling of the good works he's done A testimony of his sacrifice When he died on a cross for me. Sarah Joy Holden

“I Was Not Seen, Nor Soothed, Nor Safe, Nor Secure” is a deeply honest spoken word poem inspired by the four essential building blocks of healthy childhood development described by Daniel Siegel—being seen, soothed, safe, and secure—and a personal journey of growing up without them. This poem invites you into a story of restoration, hope, and grace through faith. I was not seen, nor soothed Nor safe, nor secure.  I sought the treasure But could find no cure    I heard try and

A spoken-word journey through brokenness, guilt, and the quiet ache of woundedness — yet it ultimately reveals the tender, restorative love of God. The shards of my shame,  lay scattered and shattered,  As I painfully sought, To piece together all that mattered.   Those shards of my shame,  The dregs of my dross, Sporadic and strewn, I kept account of my loss.    I felt for those shards, As I groped on the ground, The needles of guilt, In a room with no sound.   A room with n

God hold onto my hand Catch my every tear Wisdom to understand Remove whatever I fear Lord, hold me close Never ever let me go God of faith and love Anchor in the storm Take from me any guilt In this, I am not to blame Give me peace in the night One small step at a time God, my ever-present light With you, I am never alone Cast out the shadows of doubt Grant over me your peace There is an unseen reason One, I shall not wallow Throughout this season There's a brighter rainbow

All seasons come, seasons go The seasons fall, seasons fly Seasons blow, seasons flow A season is born, seasons die. The seasons cry, seasons enjoy A season takes, seasons employ The season's journey, season's story Seasons of sorrow, seasons of glory. Seasons of darkness, seasons of light A season's frailty, a season's might Seasons so fraught, seasons fight A season's bright, a season's delight. The seasons rock, seasons they roll Seasons console, seasons control The season

A new year begins. It's like opening a brand new journal. The fresh new pages waiting to be written in. What will this year bring? The word that I woke up with on the 1st of January was. Intentional The dictionary definition - To be intentional means to act with purpose, making deliberate choices and conscious decisions that align with your values, goals, and desired outcomes, rather than just letting things happen to you.   I want to live this life intentionally. To stop and

When I was praying about this new year, Holy Spirit gave me the word 'streamline'.  In my experience, as Christians, we tend to get very caught up in 'the new things' that God is doing in our lives, based on that amazing scripture in Isaiah 43:19, 'Behold, I will do a new thing; now it will spring forth.'  Our hearts want to embrace the new things, to serve God more, to be a better version of ourselves, to get a new vision and do even greater things. Those are all good things

Here I am waiting at the door of the new year Here I am waiting for the time to arrive Here I am waiting for this year to draw to a close Here I am waiting for the clock to strike midnight. Here I am waiting for what God has in store Here I am waiting to leave and enter Here I am waiting like the expectant mother Here I am waiting through the day and night. Here I am waiting for his prophecy to be fulfilled Here I am waiting for God's light to shine bright Here I am waiting

Stop looking backwards, start looking forward.   Recently, I have spent a lot of time looking back in time. I am a historian, so that is where my natural gaze goes. There is value in looking back, remembering what God has done, and celebrating his goodness. We share our testimonies of God’s actions in our lives to encourage each other to do it again in his power and favour. We also look back in order to examine ourselves. We look to see whether we have anyone to forgive, or t

All of God's gifts are good They seek no refund Daily, they are delivered A joy to be received. You are a gift from the Lord Chosen and deeply loved Handcrafted by His own hand A gift shared to the world. Jesus, the perfect gift delivered In his mother's arms, he is held In a bleak stable, he's to be found For everywhere else is fully booked. For God so loved the world He sent his one and only son Faithful, honest and good Saviour of the world has come. Let there be peace to

Hi, and welcome back to the Walking through Wilderness blog series. We’re going to continue with the ‘Free to Be Me’ theme by looking at the subject of culture. When we lived in Zimbabwe, our family seemed fairly ‘normal’ by Zimbabwean middle-class standards. However, when we came to live in the UK, we realised fairly quickly that we didn’t fit in here the way we did there. The cultures of these two countries are about as opposite as you could get, and we encountered first-h