Recollecting my moments on a moving train to the woods I was still struck by how my evening ended on Friday 13th Continue reading “With Quincy Phillips”
Some seasons have left me dry with no time for myself or others but in them I’ve learnt the importance of being alone in time with the King…it’s refreshing. The Living Water washing me daily until I am made over.
The day the devil forgot his armour he met a warrior,
She was clothed in righteousness and cleansed by the blood of the lamb
She bore the whole armour, helmet, sword, breastplate, belt, sandals
The demon appeared on a train, eyes pierced and transfixed on her
He tried to overthrow her stand
He presented his cards of fortune and deceit,
She spoke words that brought life and praised the Almighty Father, Continue reading “Light…”
On the central line on the way home from Westfield shopping centre I encountered a man clutching a can of Stella Artois preaching about Jesus. It wasn’t how he had almost stumbled and lost his balance on the way to his seat which was next to mine (ironically I was praying he wouldn’t sit there). It wasn’t the fist bump he shared with the man sitting opposite or my unwillingness to engage with a man my father would’ve told me to cross the road and avoid. Continue reading “The drunk evangelist…”
Today marks 4 years after i graduated and a couple of months ago ‘Beneath the Canvas’ became 5….what is it about milestones that make us reflect on our successes, failures, good moments and bad? I will tell you one thing, life would be boring if we didn’t have them. This blog started out simply because I wanted to write but now it has formed to have a purpose. The same thing with my degree, Lord knows how much i hated post-graduation blues of no mans land but the degree had a purpose. Even as portugal celebrates it’s milestone and Murry and Serena hold their honour, let’s remember to celebrate ourselves in our achievements. You and I deserve to be celebrated as we leap into part 2 of 2016. God had a plan for us even before we were made so no matter the weather….just celebrate and praise God that you made it this far and the next step will be greater
A bit of a throwback thursday from an unpublished post written 4.5 years ago…read on..
It’s funny how you think that no one will ever understand what you have been through until one day a friend hears your story and says “heard it all before”. All this time you thought that your problem was unfix-able, unrepairable so you don’t speak about it because no one will get you, but then you start to repeat it in the hope that someone will fix it. It’s no secret that women who lack the fatherly figure during their early years struggle to become the women that God created them to be. The father may be present but emotionally distant. This leaves the girl feeling rejected, empty and constantly doubting her own self worth…that is if she felt worth anything to start with. Continue reading “Without him i found Him….”