The root is a disconnection between all that we have been led to believe about our lives and what God says he created us for. Continue reading The Piercing Hope in Disillusionment
Tis not loneliness, just complete freedom.
See they always say don’t look back,
Yet in the hidden crevice of my mind I find healing Continue reading Tis Not loneliness in Solitude
(Repost)These women are each other’s keepers, succinctly put in the proverb “cross the river in a crowd and the crocodile won’t eat you.” Continue reading Indomitable Spirit
The other day I met fear,
Her colleague failure was there too,
Frozen; I stood unable to move.
They smirked triumphantly,
Until I looked them in the eye, Continue reading The day i met fear
In those moments, its so easy for cynicism to become our default world view. Disillusionment is like a poison that sneaks in when we least expect it. Like the unwelcome visitor, we inadvertently open the door to it, unaware of what its entrance will bring to our lives. Continue reading When the shadows become a reality
In South Africa the poverty was in the shadows- almost like embarrassing uncle photo shopped out of the Christmas photo.
(Repost, first posted in December 2016) Continue reading Tinted Reality
To cut the long story short I found that there was much truth in the commonly held sentiment; the grass is rarely ever greener on the other side and in my case after a very promising start and an initial high within weeks of starting my new job that sinking feeling of “I need to get out of here” had returned… Continue reading Why we want more…
Terrorists seek to strike fear in the hearts of man, and they momentarily succeeded. Yet we all face terrors of different kinds out there, illnesses, wars, death; basically anything that is a threat to our lives and those we love. The truth is terror surrounds us every moment and no one moment defines it. So may we all have grace to stare down fear every moment of our lives until it relents! Continue reading To strike fear in the hearts of men
There’s a violent pruning occurring in me, It dances to the rhythm of my weary heart, The bitter aftertaste reminds me that I’ve never been one for lemons, I confess a partiality to the sweeter things in life, Yet this time I can’t escape it , So I’ll let the vine dresser do his job. Then I’ll sit in the sun and drink sweet lemonade. Continue reading Pruning