I feel God when I am alone.
The solitude awakens my soul. Hidden thoughts and feelings floating to the surface, effortlessly pouring out before Him. I become aware of His presence and remember who I am. Continue reading
Your Best Life Now
‘Your best life now.’ This is the phrase that has been finding its ways into my consciousness of late.
My best life now, right now.
Am I living my best life now? If not why. What am I waiting for? Why am I holding back, holding out? What have I stopped believing God for?…
I have felt challenged when it comes to my faith. Specifically the substance of my faith. Is faith evident in my life? If so, where is it? What actions is it taking?
Have I diminished God down to what is possible, reasonable and doable in my own strength? Or am I believing for the God opportunities and the whispers that lead to wild adventures and memorable testimonies? Continue reading
First Kiss
I had just turned thirteen when I had my first kiss. Rory, the cute, mysterious, dark-haired boy from down the street, had been my boyfriend for a few days when our friends decided it was time we kissed.
Continue readingAbortion. Choosing to allow a life to be ripped from your body in such a humiliating way is not something your soul moves on from quickly. [Personal experience]
The first time I walked through the door of the abortion clinic was for an appointment to confirm I was pregnant. In my mind, there was no need for confirmation. Since I’d taken the test, the subtle changes in my body were haunting reminders of the secret I was hiding. A sudden thirst for soft drink, cravings for ice cream and a distaste for coffee, which had generally sustained me each day during university and long hours at work.
Continue readingWhen you find yourself exhausted, check whose lane you’re running in.
I am a writer. I have to write. When I don’t, things get messy, disoriented, clogged up and kinda foggy. Over the past few
The pang of regret: the words I wish I’d added into my book that I can’t add now.
Lately, I’ve been feeling the pang of regret. The regret stems from the fact that potentially my book had caused married hearts to wish they had something else. Despising their own marriage.
Ouch. Continue reading
Paint your world with gratitude. A lesson in thanksgiving.
Paint your world with gratitude…
My first official role in ‘ministry’ was helping to look after a small team of people who made up our church worship team. It was a role I took very seriously. Very seriously. Continue reading
Small Steps of Eternal Significance
Writing Daughter Wait! wasn’t something I intended to do. It just happened. A few years ago when I felt the prompt to start writing I began writing. Mostly I wrote messages. Writing messages became blogging and blogging turned into a love affair with words that resulted in me dreaming of one day writing a book. Continue reading
Self-worth struggles and a Covenant of Life
When I was in the final stages of editing my book I came across this passage:
‘Black baggy clothes were my staple attire—my best efforts to hide the body I was ashamed of. In my mind, the few extra kilos I carried were enough to make me want to hide. But imagining the future forced me to realise I didn’t want to be a wife with body image issues, a lack of confidence, constantly belittling myself. God valued me, and I needed to start valuing myself.
Tackling self-worth… again [Real Talk]
So here’s the thing. Writing a book, yep, it was hard. It was challenging, emotional, time-consuming and full of setbacks. But, it was nothing compared to the next bit. The bit where I have to overcome the struggle within and get the book out there. Continue reading