We could travel to the ends of the earth, see every culture, learn every language, taste every delicacy, try every hobby and meet thousands of people, but it would never be enough. We could rise to the top of our careers, find fame and fortune, make a beautiful family and still, it would never be … More Never Enough
My sister introduced me to a new digital art program last week. She set it up, taught me the shortcuts and let me have a go. “It’s the Samaritan woman at the well,” we decided as my first piece began to take shape. As I drew, I thought about her story, her encounter with Jesus. … More He Knows Me
Have you ever wondered what it looks like when God fights? We pray, we ask Him for things as our Heavenly Father, we cry out “Lord, let Your kingdom come”, but are we ready for His answer? The book of Joshua is a book of battle. The Israelites are defeating nations and claiming land, whole … More When God Fights
A daughter cried out for her Father, a princess for her King, a counsellor sat with Wisdom held tightly his lap. This was a meeting of of different walks joined together in the pursuit of one thing, in the pursuit of the Only One. I sat there that day in the prayer meeting, marvelling at … More All for One
The Belt of Truth is another piece of spiritual armour that helps us to stand. In [John 14:6], Jesus says, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” Truth forms the core of our beliefs because if there is no truth, there is no point … More Ephesians 6: Belt of Truth
There is alot of shame in our world – it is that uncomfortable feeling of being singled out or humiliated, a lack of confidence or assurance, a fear of retribution. Despite life’s hurdles, we can live unashamed and confident of the testimony we have in Christ. It won’t always be easy, but we have the … More Unashamed.
My Father, and yours, Of the nations and shores; Who made all things beautiful, Whose standard is more. More life in abundance, More joy overflowed In His dance of deliverance, When death bowed down low. A ring to remember That His way is better; A cloak to conceal Wounds that grace will heal. No orphans … More My Father (poem)