Year: 2016

blog, Personal Struggles

Can’t it just be over already?

This week my little one has had terrible teething troubles. This meant that I had to be awake for most of the night, nursing and comforting as a mama should. I really do thank God that we forget all the pain of those early years. I will never be able to understand what my dear one is going through, and a few days from now she will probably have no recollection of the pain. Comforting.

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The Gospel

We don’t need another hero

We live in the day and age of the superhero franchise. Marvel and DC comics have successfully made movies based on superhero stories a must watch. Each one of the heroes has an origin story, a tale that outlines the hero’s fate as decided on by factors beyond their control. Although none of them set out to be heroes, they find themselves compelled to take a stand against crime. Tragedy usually strikes, propelling the yet to be discovered hero into his destiny, forcing him to emerge. These stories often portray the heroes as individuals with needs, weaknesses, and even passions, like our own, who choose to set them aside, accepting the life of loneliness and secrecy to protect those they love and a city in need.

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Identity

My daily struggle

I was chatting to a colleague of mine recently and I came to the realisation that often when it’s time for prayer requests many Christians do not ask for prayer regarding their daily struggles. In fact it seems like they are oblivious to them. I’ve noticed that they want prayer for external items ie. a car, a husband, a house, a new job…the list goes on and on, and this bothers me to a certain degree, as we hardly confess our sin to one another and ask for prayer regarding our daily struggles.

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testimony

Accepted, Loved!

I grew up on a tea plantation in southern Malawi. I loved the fresh air and freedom, but from about age six, I was being sexually molested by the guards at our house and then later, a cook. I don’t know why I was afraid to tell my parents, but it left me twisted inside in many ways. I felt as though I wasn’t good enough for the people around me. I started withdrawing within. I remember hearing one of my mother’s friends say of me “this one is not as friendly as her sister”. I spent many nights crying, my swollen eyes were becoming a regular, normal sight.

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Christian Living

Ubuntu in the ‘burbs

I happily grew up in the village (read: Limpopo, cows, chickens, dirt roads, clean air etc.), and have now settled in the ‘burbs of Joburg. Just recently, I was struck by how different life is in these two worlds. Back in the village, life was great; you knew all your neighbours around the block and could easily pop in to ask for a little sugar for your tea, or a little help with something.

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