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

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

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

She struggles through the shopping. She doesn’t want to be here But She knows everyone wants a part of her She hides behind a mask. She knows just what to say But they don’t understand Her pain. They don’t know the empty, hollow hole at the centre of Her. She can hide in a crowd She can make everyone else feel good But who notices Her She copes, well, they think She does She just gets on and does what is expected of Her All around She observes life But frequently She does not

Love is already here. In fact, she has always been here, since the very beginning.  She does not announce her presence loudly, but your heart can already sense her.  She speaks softly but with a voice that is sure and strong. She moves slowly and gently around the room in a beautiful and graceful dance.  She is not in a rush. To begin with, you may not see anything other than the faintest flicker of light, or feel a peace and softness in the air. But know that she is there. 

They came By the thousands For a service of worship Hands raised Voices shouting Praises to God the Father Bodies swaying People singing Preacher saying They can become more Where is God? What did He say When He looked upon the crowd Was He there? Present in that place? I delight more Says the Lord In a child on their knees Than a crowd Of ten thousand Shouting My name For others to hear

Two of the most important questions anyone can ask are, “Who am I?” and “Why am I here?” The answers to these questions form the basis of our identity and many of us spend our lives pursuing them. Who am I? What makes me, me? Why am I here? What’s the point of me? What have I been put on the earth to do? The ongoing quest for identity is a massive pursuit, one that usually continues throughout our lives, but, in my experience, it never seems more prevalent than when we are

Breathe God Nothing more Breathe God Refresh, restore Breathe God Oh Holy One Breathe God Father, Spirit, Son Breathe God All for Him Breathe God Peace within

I have been re-reading the account of Mary's conversation with the angel. The angel told Mary that she was going to carry the saviour of the world. After her very natural response of "How can I get pregnant, I am still a virgin?" She accepted the angel's answer. " For no word from God can ever fail" Her reply to that was " I am the Lord's servant" "May your word to me be fulfilled." Mary's faith was in a big God. She trusted that if God said it, then she had to believe it. Ma

I want to soar heavenwards, To lift my head upwards, To see from a great height, With a sense of delight,   To gaze upon heaven and earth, And get a sense of its worth, To be enthralled by what I see, The most holy, times three,   The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, To worship to the uttermost. And to find out who I am, Through beholding the lamb.   Holy Holy Holy the angels proclaim. And give glory to his wondrous name, Prostrate on my face, I fall, Realising I am so small,   I

Dear Child I see you in your pit. I hear your moans and groans. I know the depth of your pain. I feel your disappointment. When you cry...

As far as the eye can see; Over land and out to sea Through every season faced, My God patiently waits for me And with open arms I come....

Joanne texted Sian, ‘Are you joining us on Friday?’   Sian texted back, ‘I’m sorry, I can’t, I have family visiting.’   Joanne’s heart...

"God wrote me a note; With a beautiful quote. Full of promise, he wrote, His truth to me he spoke." God spoke; it wasn't a joke, I heard...

Photo by bschwehn  on Freeimages.com I see myself standing at a crossroads.  Ahead of me, I can see the narrow path that leads to life. ...