So I went to church last Sunday, having been invited by my now good friend who I will call Lucy. The day started of rather quietly, having woken up to still, chilly North Western weather and the sound of monkeys shuffling across the green canopy of indigenous and exotic trees that adorns the garden area […]
Where would I be, had the love of God not found my soul? Who would I be, had I not encountered an everlasting mercy? What would I be living for, had I not discovered the freedom that is in His love? In the collision between the hurt and the healer; my broken heart and his
Who is she whose love is fierce Whose passion is undying And who has an unyielding prayer For me to succeed and do well? Who is she whose smile is dear to my soul Whose tears whilst they live on her face; In my heart awaken the flame of compassion? And whose pain so deeply
Hi. I am back, after a tumultuous start to the year, and almost letting go of this viaion I have for this blog, I am back. Back with the quiet confidence of an athlete before a race: who breathes in and out slowly and reminds themselves that the arena is not where champions are made,
I am because we are. To everyone who has made me smile Who has encouraged and comforted me Who has done me good im any sort of way, I thank you I wonder where I would be without you To everyone I call a friend, you are special to me And the vulnerability you allow
So it has recently been bearing heavily on me that The Word of God is as important as the Bible says it is. Now that may sound crazy to say and admit: and maybe a better way to put it is I have a fresh revelation of just how paramount it is to speak life
believed in the beauty of what a relationship could be (I still do) and I held on to a conception of blissful companionship in the arms of a woman who would be to my heart. The thought of how it would feel to hold in my arms someone with whom I could completely be me—and have my “us against the world love story” would at the same time be an equivocating giver of strength and sorrow….
So today; I suppose I don’t want to go deep into explanations; but rather ask questions. Questions that I believe the answers to which are not only good points to think about; but that will give everything we do meaning; and to us the power and capacity to pursue our visions relentlessly. To begin with;
So I have had many an open spoken out in bashing “miracle money,” the gifts of a car or property in the name of it being a manifestation of laziness and unwillingness to work for one’s own living. At the other end; is a zealous defence of the above mentioned which for this post I
So for starters, yes this is kind of drawn from a hashtag that has been trending over the past few days. Like many hashtags, it has its very funny takes, absolutely dry ones and those that are so-so. I have taken the liberty to share a few of my favourites in this post; though some