THIS WRITTERS HEART

Welcome to part two, thanks for your time and patience in waiting  for part two.  This is the lovely bit, the poetry side of me.  PLAYING THE WAITING GAME  Written by Sarah Joy Holden ©️ Sixty seconds spent waiting More time will elapse wishing Whilst willing and expecting That one thing which is pending. Thinly our patience is growing How long are we kept hanging When time is hourly increasing Aging in our years whilst waiting. Our world is watching and waiting Waiting for what may be happening We're all waiting for that something With each season that is changing With a purpose and meaning Theres a reason we're waiting To face what we're repressing Our waiting could be a blessing. Everything around us is moving The nights turning into morning Someone will always be waiting For waiting in life is never ending. TESTING OUR PATIENCE Written by Sarah Joy Holden ©️ "Patience feels a daily battle Somedays we're good at patience Sometimes it requires practice Patience i...

I'm sat here patiently writing this late into the night, because my mind is creatively racing and theres a cough which is keeping me a wake. I'm trying to process thoughts and feelings here, and apologies if it sounds selfish, But I have get it out. What is the bible and God teaching us about being patient in the waiting. That is such a personal thing to begin with. I should explore what does God teach us in being patient and waiting.  And it's why I've broken it into two parts. Part two will come later in the form of poetry written before this blog post. It was going to be but it's how it's ended up being.  Personally throughout this season of health issues God has been teaching me so much. I wonder if it's because I've physically had to slow down, rest and heal. Patience has been something big in this season and no more than right now. I thought that this next phase would be straight forward and quick. But it seems to be dragging on. I've made my d...

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...