Don’t put up the umbrella. The thought crashed into her brain, She stopped. “What?” She said in her head, “Don’t put up your umbrella.” She looked all around. Then the first big drop of rain Landed on her face. Then a second. Then a third. It became a trickle. Quickly, a full-blown downpour. But she stood there. Face raised. Eyes closed. The rain ran down her face, Her coat was soaked But And it was a big but She just laughed. It became a giggle. She almost put her hands over

One day, Lazarus fell ill. Martha could see how quickly her brother was deteriorating, and it broke her heart. Together, they had been through a lot in life, and many times they had almost given up, yet they held on to a hope that never died, even when it came close. The hardest time came when Martha got herself into trouble and was deceived into letting bad things into her life; before she knew it, she was enslaved to darkness and had almost lost it all. But along came this

Scruffy and Penny were the last two dogs to be sold. They had been moved to the local kennels as Mr Brown had sold his farm and would be packing all the farm equipment and taking it to the local ‘Sale Yard.’ Before moving into a new townhouse in a few weeks’ time, everything on the farm would have to go! Penny was a beautiful dog, she had a chestnut-coloured coat and deep brown eyes. The advert in the local weekly newspaper said that she was ‘’Very placid and good company.

The little girl toddled into the elegant restaurant ballroom. She looked around slowly. She stopped, then she gazed at the chandelier in the centre of the room. She smiled in awe and wonder at the beauty. The way the light twinkled, sparkled and danced around the room. She then walked carefully into the centre of the ballroom. She sat down, leaned back and gazed at the ceiling. Quietly, she whispered, “Oh! So beautiful.” Across the room, an elderly lady noticed her. She

So, as we begin to bring this epic story to a close, I want to ask you another question: consider what your heart and your soul truly desire and need at this moment. Selah. It's not that obvious, is it! Peeling back all the defensive walls and facades, as well as removing all the offences and injustices held onto, takes effort, but let me help you reveal what I see. Do you need to continue to strive? Do you need to keep justifying? Do you need to keep performing? Do you need

Now that you are filled with joy and your “ cup runneth over ”, let's consider the options available to you and what you might choose to fill your plate with. But before we do that, I want to ask you a question: will you be polite and have a small portion, or will you drive in and gorge yourself? I know what you want to do, for I understand you're inclined to gorge, but what will your heart allow you to do? Yes, I see you are torn between the two. On one hand, you recognise t

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

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

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