Letting go of your robe

Thinking about it, I now see how glamorous and flashing the robe was. It was the envy of his brothers. I started to see how the envy of others will want to strip you of your robe and how the enemy will then want to put that which was stolen from you in bright lights, even getting others to celebrate it.

The oil that opens the door.

I don’t know about you, but I will often read over a piece of scripture for years and become so used to it that I find my eyes quickly scrolling over the familiar phases, it’s as if my mind fills in the blank spaces I have skipped over.  But then comes that one day, when […]

The philosophy of defeat

The theory of evolution claims only the strong shall survive. Maybe so, but don’t we all love a good underdog story? Here is mine.

The break in breakthrough

Was Nathan right, could we have become a ‘Breakthrough-driven’ generation? Have we allowed this word that’s used so often in Christian circles to shape our thinking to believe that breakthrough means money after a difficult financial period or health after a sickbed? Maybe it was never intended to be joy after sorrow or gain after loss?

Guilt has a Name

As I struggled to push through in an atmosphere of worship, I could sense the presence of the Lord moving. I was standing in a room full of worshippers, but I could not worship. I felt like a fish out of water.

Taste of Everlasting peace

Depression is how your soul processes regret; anxiety is how your soul processes fear.
Erwin Raphael McManus

Broken Beautifully

I guess we never fully understand the magnitude of what we ask for in prayer until God honours our prayers and give us exactly what we ask for.

Goodbye to Yesterday

Being young and not aware of how to manage my thoughts, the nagging feeling turned into a voice, a voice that over time became louder and louder in my ears. As with most lies, if you hear it long enough and often enough, you will soon begin to believe it. I did not know at the time that I inherited the ability to become the voice I listened to.

The ugly truth

I can’t remember the exact moment it happened, but that it happened is for sure. I was standing in my kitchen when I started to speak to myself out loud. I was walking back & forth carefully and painstakingly working on an imaginary list. I was cleverly adding, changing and removing items form it. I wanted to be ready. Ready to petition my case.