THIS WRITTERS HEART

This weekend just gone i had the delight of stepping into my garden and seeing the tulip shoots popping up their heads. I had wondered a few weeks before had I not paid attention, had I misread the instructions; nothing seemed to be happening. I moved the troff so it had a chance of more sunlight and rain. And low and behold this weekend we have the first sign I had paid attention and thing in the garden are starting to grow and come to life. This got me thinking about God being the head gardener and how he appoints us to be the caretakers of earth.For creation was made by God, therefore creation rightfully belongs to God. Yet the God of love and mercy, graciously gave as a gift to humankind, with understanding that would look after it. God made us caretakers of His creation, He entrusted all He had made to us. God's caretakers" humanity is appointed by God to be stewards, managers, and cultivators of creation. This role involves exercising stewardship over the Earth's en...

I hadn't intended to write this today. I was just dabbling in writing a poem on the reasons I don't write. It is just gone seven in the morning. After the early morning routine and making a brew a friends post caught my eye. It sent me back to childhood memories of the author they were mentioning. And the flood gates opened in my comment on their post. They mentioned Chronicles of Narnia and as as you will see it set me of sharing in my own experiences of this fabulous series of books. Chronicles of Narnia was part of my childhood, especially hearing Dad read them to us as bedtime story. Not only just reading them to use but the use tones switching between the characters and narratives. The way our attention was kept entering a world beyond our own. Making it so real that we would physically climb into the wardrobe to see if there was a way to this other world. Even now as adults the Chronicles of Narnia still facinate, although from childhood to adulthood we know the sense o...

  https://suno.com/s/lWFRLIlahZFEiftC Facebook doesn't control me Writing doesn't consume me Television doesn't own me The News doesn't feed me.  Being out walking delights me  Rest comes when it needs me  People watching intrigues me Volunteering occupies me. I oftend offer so much of myself Sometimes it's hard to switch off  But I'm learning to care for myself  Despite people's common belief.  AI can't regenerate me No scientist can clone me A robot can't replace me Technology can't sympathise  I'm not a puppet for anyone else  I'm not perfect - but a genuine article  I'm the girl God created me to be And only God himself can change me. I care for you as you care for me Learning to take it one day at a time  I'm the princess of my own castle  Without the need of social media. ©️Sarah Joy Holden

  This Sunday evening across Scotland and native Scottish lands, There will be a fair few Burns night celebrations. It is the Scottish tradition known as Burns night. A Burns supper is a celebration of the life and poetry of the poet Robert Burns, the author of many Scots poems. The suppers are usually held on or near the poet's birthday, 25 January, known as Burns Night also called Robert Burns Day or Rabbie Burns Day. With haggis the main feast food eaten.   I think I only ever tried haggis once, I'm not scotish or have as far as I know  no Scottish anstestry.  Heres what I learnt about  it; Haggis is a traditional Scottish savoury pudding made from sheep’s offal (heart, liver, lungs), minced with oats, onions, suet, and spices, traditionally cooked in a sheep's stomach. It has a crumbly texture and nutty, peppery flavor. It is famously served with "neeps and tatties" (mashed swede and potatoes) on Burns Night. Um yes I can understand why not now. ...

I wrote this poem before I read my morning devotion. I also intended to join the early morning church prayer meeting.But God granted me sleep last night and a sleep in this morning, so I never made it to the prayer meeting,  Yesterday I was told I needed to be more joyful, I wasn't sure how to take it so I just parked it.  I guess the poem today reflects on yesterday's statement. I am trying to be positive in this current season, I've felt no anger and yesterday there were no tears.  Today's Bible devotional from 'Our daily bread' felt relevant to the current circumstances.  I wanted to share it with you as a blessing and encouragement. https://www.odbm.org/en-GB/devotional/devotional-category/comfort-of-god I don't know the relevance of the image, I saw it on the Oswestry Facebook book page and it just intrigued me. I know the photographer and have been granted permission to use it.  Church bells primarily call people to worship and mark significant moment...

*This is the first piece of writing I am able to physically share in my present situation, warning tissues are essential*  THROUGHOUT THIS SEASON  By Sarah Joy Holden  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  Let this be my daily prayer  Wherever I am found to be  Whatever is now ahead   Allow me space and time  May I continue to serve you  To show your love and grace  In the best way I'm physically able  This i...