overdue

Facing The Struggle in the Waiting

It’s so HARD to live by faith. I need to SEE things. I need to KNOW things. I need to PLAN things. And I try, oh boy do I try. I try really hard! But nothing ever goes exactly as I plan and I always end up falling into the arms of Jesus and pleading for his help and comfort.

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As I write this I am two days over my due date. I am pregnant and awaiting my child’s birth but there is no sure sign that she will come today, tomorrow or the next day. It is intensely frustrating. I can’t bring on my labour. I can’t plan my days in advance because labour can come on at any moment. Continue reading “overdue”

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joyful in suffering

Suffering is a Gift. Don’t Turn it Down

For it has been granted to you on behalf of Christ not only to believe in him, but also to suffer for him, since you are going through the same struggle you saw I had, and now hear that I still have.’ Phillippians 1:27-30

 

If you know about the apostle Paul, you know that he endured tremendous suffering. Paul said in Corinthians that he faced peril every hour and death every day. Just imagine literally facing death daily. Can we imagine that, those of us who have never faced it at all? Continue reading “joyful in suffering”

new

How Jesus Can Fix Your Life

I remember it like it was yesterday although every time I think about it it is like watching someone else’s life, the main character I don’t recognise as myself. But she was me. That girl smoking the hardest weed with Rastas after a football match. That girl drunk for three weeks straight, hungover in church, avoiding my family. That was me, that girl who fell into the arms of any sweet-looking man who could make me feel loved. That girl who literally didn’t believe there was a single person on the earth who loved me. That girl who seemed like she was dancing like no one was watching but truly I was trying to shake off the leeching pain that was sucking me dry. That girl who was the life of the party because she was high, drunk and ‘free spirited’ yet who felt void of any life. That was me. Key word. Was. She was and never is to be again.  Continue reading “new”