Jack Black was a stunning, black Friesian workhorse. All he had ever known was work. He used his strength to pull carts that his owner would attach to his harness. Jack Black would obediently pull anything that was asked of him. He was strong but also gentle. Even when working, if a child came near and wanted to pet him, he would lower his head so they could stroke his soft, velvety nose. At the end of the day, he loved it when his harness and cart were removed, and his owner

Pyramidial Orchid The pink flower danced in the long grass. Its petals were small but perfectly formed. The yellow centre looked like a little yellow sun But the single dewdrop sparkled like a diamond. The tall grass waved gracefully A butterfly fluttered and danced over the grasses It landed lightly on the flower. As the heat of the day grew The grass bent in the clawing heat, The little flower just smiled at the sun. As the day moved to a close The flower continued to follo

Have you ever wondered who you are? Have you struggled to understand thus far? Have you tried to work it out only to be confused? Have you asked others only to be badly bruised? Who you are is often hidden within you, You don't see it, know it and don't have a clue. And yet others speak over you lies, Breaking your heart with tears fill your eyes. Do you remember that word that cuts so deep? That word so harsh it broke you and made you weep? Do you remember the effect it

A tray holds a multitude of stories, Resting quietly on the table where it sits. It carries cups of shared conversations, Yet never utters a word or spreads rumours. It has witnessed a thousand sermons, Held countless teas and sympathies, And listened to all of our prayers, Yet it remains quiet and gracious. A tray is far more clever than it appears, It's prepared to meet the needs of others. Always on hand at church refreshments. And looks it's best when the

Pappa was working on his latest project. A neighbour had ordered a large wooden bowl. The wood he had chosen was beautiful pine. As he worked on it, the light shone through the open door, and the wood glistened. I loved being in Papa’s space. I loved to watch him work with his hammer and chisel. I always felt peace when I was near him. We didn’t need to talk. His company was enough. The smell of wood, the feel of the carpet of sawdust on my bare feet, felt like home. I interr

The Dandelion stood in the middle of the lawn Yellow petals reaching to the sun. Day after day it fluttered in the breeze. Then one day an explosion happened, The wind gentle at first Rushed across the lawn. The dandelion bent its fluffy head and Thousands of tiny seeds Flew off on an adventure. Each one carrying life. Delicate but life filled. Are you a dandelion? Pregnant with life. With seeds With spiritual life for others. Let the wind of the Spirit blow through you Let y

The heat was intense She had a sore back But She kept going. Her mother-in-law needed food. All day All hot day. Then one of the men came over. He said, “Boss says come and eat.” She followed shyly Not sure. She knew she didn’t fit. She sat at the far end of the table Hoping to hide in the noise of food. He smiled at Her That was all. Just as She got up to leave He said, “Stay in our fields You will be safe here. My girls will protect you. No man will come near.” She nodded A

God gave us a heart to scribe A heart to scribe with grace Those words he planted there His glorious majesty to declare. God gifted us the ability to write The sharing of his unfailing love Day or night - whatever the time Thy words shall be His praise. Writing gives the greatest pleasure God's heart’s desire pens from thee His own life story, we love to share Not just in one place, but everywhere. By God's own quills may we scribe Creativity etched in benevolence What a gift

Inspired by the biblical account of Elijah in 1 Kings 18—a bold prayer for revival, fire from Heaven, and the return of life-giving rain....