When I look at my life, I see a full testament of how God orchestrates every single thing I’ve gone through for a grander purpose.
I grew up in the small city of Mzuzu, Malawi. I was raised by very religious grandparents who were very active members of the church. I recall never missing Sunday school, so from a young age I had an awareness of who God is, as well as an understanding of right from wrong. But I wouldn’t say I was saved.
read moreGrowing up in the 90’s, I thought Christian art was flaky. Unoriginal. Uninspired. Bland… yet godly. The mini art critic in me could spot from a mile away that the perm fixed in the depiction of Jesus that we see in Catholic art was far from me – and almost everyone else too. But it was art. Christian art. So, when I started considering the claims of Christianity, the art work I was exposed to made the culture seem narrow and detached.
read moreI used to be in the charismatic movement. I was a fully-fledged member. I had gone through the rites of passage; I attended the conferences, the leadership seminars, ‘prophesied’, ‘spoke in tongues’, lead worship, played in the church band, wrote a few worship songs, started a Christian band, lead a small group and even had Jeremiah 29: 11 bookmarked. Basically, I was in there!
read moreLike all fairytales start; one day, on a beautiful summer’s day in the beautiful town of Johannesburg, there was a princess named Tsholo. She was soft spoken and laughed so gently and eloquently. Then one day, someone lovingly asked her, “what are you doing!?”
Okay, that’s where the fairytale ends. I don’t even think it was a summers day, probably winter. Either way, it was pretty awkward, because there I was, trying to be like some of the ladies I look up to in the church. You know them right? Those ladies that speak softly and rub your arm ever so gently when talking to you.
read moreIn actuality though, the proverbs 31 narrative does transcends beyond being a wife and a mother. But, you’d never guess that based on how the generic Christian community talks about it. I don’t want to sit comfortably in that generic box. I wanna discover the soul of this woman. Surely she had fears, surely she had bad days, surely she had issues, surely there was more to her than the fact that her husband’s heart trusts in her, surely surely surely!
read moreWhen I was 12 I had one of those cute flowery diary’s which had my life all planned out. Then we moved homes and it sadly got misplaced however, in varsity my eagerness for planning and dreaming out how my life could be in the next 10 years was ever more stronger. So I penned down how from the age of 24 I’d graduate with my honours degree, go on to do my masters degree, travel the world, perhaps work at some well known international organisation for a year, come back home then at age 30 start my business and then maybe consider getting married at the age of 32 and get pregnant before my eggs disappear.
read more“The pleasures of this created world are pointing to the Creator of pleasure. They’ll never satisfy you like the pleasure of knowing God.” ~ Paul Tripp
Pleasure, plaisir, piacere….whatever language we speak, pleasure sounds sweet, because it is. There are
so many things in this world that delight us and keep us asking for more. We want to enjoy our lives, we
want to have the best of everything, and we long for pleasurable things.
“More women need to be a part of the workforce, top business positions should be filled by more women, keep women out of the home, and in the workforce.” This is what the world chants and is very characteristic of today’s society. As women, we want to make it in the business/corporate world that has been, for centuries, dominated by men. We are told that we need equal jobs, equal pay, equal hours at work, and everything else that men have been entitled to for a long time.
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