On Family

I have always been enamoured with the concept of family, that everyone is connected to someone else. It is amazing that the world as we know it began with two people, Adam and Eve, and now there are over 7 billion of us with diverse tongues, tribes and belief systems each connected to several families….

And The Shofar Blew

What’s the first thought that popped in your heart as you read the title of this piece? Perhaps it reminded you of the book by Francine Rivers with the same title. I have read this book twice and it affected me deeply each time. It tells the story of a young pastor who missed the…

Come, Sit and Have a Cuppa

Hi friends, A happy new year to you. I know I’m a tad late, but better late than never eh? January was a great start to a new year. I took a leap and took the blog to the next level whilst preparing myself for new expressions of creativity. As much as we desire new…

Book Review of ‘The Chance’ by Karen Kingsbury

I have not read a novel this year. My book list has mostly consisted of books on spiritually, relationship and growth. I have read books by Karen Kingsbury in the past and I am familiar with her style of writing, but nothing prepared me for how this book was going to hit me in all…

Stalemate 

Lord this one is for You I feel like we’ve reached a fork in the road of our relationship. One road is the narrow, dirt path designed to be the agonizing path upon which my pride dies a slow and horrible death. The other is the wide and generous easy way out. Paved with dangers…

Of Birthdays and Reflections

A few weeks to my 21st birthday. I met my Lord. It wasn’t until months later that I began to understand what this new life meant. Then words broke through the dam of self righteousness and flowed like a river. The beginning of my pen and paper romance. For many months after that I still…

Church Rules!

I am a christian and I love church but there are so many churches now that it is hard to make a choice especially if you are young and misguided. I recently made a change from a a bigger church to an on-campus fellowship and although I wish I made it a more graceful exit,…

Daddy’s Little Girl

My earliest memory as a human was the day that I was born. I vividly recall my last night behind the walls that protected me and held me captive; smooth, firm, unyielding yet safe. The stranger whose uterus had imprisoned me had been restless all day. I had been tossed and turned in a million…