Faith
What is faith? Is it a feeling? Is it a state of mind? Or is it some intangible, other-dimension reality that we will really not be able to find words for?
Hearing God, Hope
reflections
Authentic, Thoughts
Rebirthing
one day at a time, and at times, it was really frustrating to not be able to line all my ducks in a row. It was disappointing, to wake up one day and find hundreds of fish floating dead in my fish pond-killed by the very water that enables them to live. It was frustrating to see my projects stutter, only to crash and with that, know that a sizeable chunk of my funds was done for. And as I said earlier, it has been in many ways a hard year.
Authentic, Christmas, Freedom
2020: The Year in Review
Around the end of March, my country announced an intense lockdown. I remember being turned back to go home at a police-stop when we wanted to go to buy groceries. It was frustrating, but that was the season. I know jobs were lost in that season, and many were not paid. And that makes even more grateful to God for my experience during that season.
Authentic, Dreams, Freedom, Hearing God, Hope, Thoughts
Rest
So recently my nation held elections; elections wrought with anxiety and hope, anxiety because many wondered must we really dare to hope? Dare to dream that elections could be the herald for a long yearned for future of peace, respect and reconciliation? Anxiety because memory so strongly cautioned in the folly of expecting an uneventful
Authentic, Freedom, Hearing God, Humility, Prosperity, Thoughts
An inconvenient truth (2)
A couple of weeks have passed since I went to church with Lucy. In the weeks since, I have unfortunately been unable to attend church, but next week I will be home, in Gweru: and against the reputation I have managed to earn myself, I intend to be early. As I go back to youth
Authentic, Freedom, Hope, Humility, Thoughts
Reflections of a Saved Man
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