Journey to the cross…

This week marks holy week, it commemorates one of the most poignant weeks for Christians, as we remember and follow the journey to the cross and celebrate the resurrection on Easter Sunday. The event that brings to mind so much about Jesus’ suffering as he was betrayed, arrested, wrongly accused, rejected, beaten, tortured and died for the cause which he did not commit; but all for love. A story which is made all the more scandalous when Jesus conquers death and resurrects three days later, as he had previously preached about (yet it was a shock even to his disciples who had followed him for 3 whole years).

‘For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son. that who so ever believes in him will not perish, but have eternal life.' - john 3:16

The gift of presence…

[Disclaimer: excuse the irony of this topic, as I’ve not been ‘present’ on this platform these few weeks, I do apologise. You must know me by now, go with it]

When was the last time you were fully present, engaging in a conversation with someone who really needed your attention, and being attentive to the words spoken whilst curiously anticipating to participate? I don’t know about you, but I’ve been really struggling with this one recently, hence why I’ve resorted on writing down (ranting) about it here. With the holiday season fast approaching, most people are now busy buying physical presents for their loved ones, but imagine the idea of offering someone something new, different and unconventional as a gift, your time and presence…How many of us would really sign up to that?

Love is Patient...

I’ve recently been reading a really good book by Robin Jones Gunn and Tricia Goyer called, wait for it… ‘Praying for your Future Husband’- (Preparing your heart for his) – I had to include that to make it sound less crazy. Hah. But seriously, as soon as I mentioned the title of the book to my friends, the response I get is always that of hilarity. The girls shyly smile or laugh hysterically, depending on how/when I bring it up…and the guys, well – rather freaked out by the idea to be perfectly honest. I seem to not understand why the concept of Praying for the ‘bone of my bones & flesh of my flesh’ is stirring up such negative connotation. Surely we can all relate to the idea that prayer is indeed powerful, and as we begin to pray for someone else…we are also being changed/transformed in the process? This should be great news for single ladies (myself included) to be aware of, knowing that there is something they can invest in now that will make a huge difference in their life and the life of their future husband?

A tribute to my mother...

The 5th of December marked a very important day. A day that no-one in my family will ever forget. It was mama's birthday. Not just any anniversary, a milestone...she hit the blessed age of 60. A day that accumilated so much emotion, looking back in hindsight at the marvels of her life. A From the day she was born up to now. Her journey has been a fascinating one, an inspiring one. She has come so far! Only by grace!! 

She has achieved so much in her lifetime that deserves an award but above all...she has given even more. Her time, her energy, her possession, her love to help those around her. Even when she has nothing, it never prevents her to go out of her own way to be a blessing to others. She lovingly, gracefully and joyfully offers up sacrifices for the sake of others. Like my father always says, 'Maman a un don de donner'. He couldn't be more right. Her entire lifestyle demostrates this quote by Anne Frank, 'No one has ever become poor from giving' - and indeed her willingness to give her everything has not only blessed  herself but our entire family in so many different ways. For that I am admire her! I ought to tell her of that more often.

I will wait for you...

I've been thinking lately. Thinking about that four lettered word, L.O.V.E. (Don't run away just as yet, I promise this is not one of those cheesy thoughts). I mean, it's a pretty inevitable subject to think about, considering I've hit that milestone age of 21. But recently (yesterday to be precise), I was reading a blog by Alyssa Joy & it hit a VERY special place in my heart. So I've decided to write about it. Ladies, this one’s particularly for you. But guys, you’re more than welcome to read on and ponder.

'Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all'.

Isaac Watts (1674-1748)