Sleeping In The Midst of the Storm

Ever wondered how when all of Jesus' disciples were busy taking care of the storm He was sleeping,
I've witnessed a storm before; its violent,100 year old trees are uprooted,
Its muddy, floody; I've seen a storm before.

So why would someone who can move mountains and change the world sleep in the middle of a storm?
Simple... If you knew that you had wings you would certainly fly, right?
So maybe just maybe Jesus knew who He was; the son of God...

Life can be violent and hostile; flooding its way through what we own or treasure,
But maybe just maybe, if we learnt to sleep in the midst of our storms,
And let the peace of God wash over our souls, we would be able to speak to our circumstances and tell them to be still,
We are the sons of God; speak those things and watch Him do the rest:)

The Hollow Tree

This afternoon my husband and I decided to take a walk and absorb some vitamin D. We came across a hollow tree. The hollow part was burnt up and seemed to be someone's rubbish bin. As we looked at the upper part of the tree, we noticed that it had spread out its branches and the leaves were all so green. I thought about this irony and had a light bulb moment, or rather a conviction. It doesn't matter what life throws at you. Just like the hollow tree as long as your roots are founded on fertile ground, you'll always bloom, bear fruit, reach out for the skies. I may be a hollow tree; but I'm going places, cause God ain't done with me yet.

As Simple As...

The first people we call or run to are our friends and family... Maybe if we ran to God first things would be different... This morning when I woke up, in my mind was this project coming up. I believed that things would work out somehow; just didn't know how... So I texted my friends certain that a breakthrough would come through. I looked jumpy as I kept checking if anyone had responded to my text... After realizing that this wasn't working, I called out to my 'Papa'; my heavenly daddy. I told him how stranded I was and how much I needed his help. He first embraced me then whispered words of comfort to me. He didn't give me an instant answer but assured me that He's got my back. Things may not work out, friends and family may let you down; God is never-changing. His arms always wide open, his love constant, we can always run to his arms cause He's just a prayer away.

Vanity

My mum opened the briefcase and with it came memories forever buried in my heart. Thick, laminated, covered and even embossed papers. Papers that showed that my dad was an educated man; each certificate representing different levels of literacy... Suddenly tears filled my eyes, the certificates lay in that briefcase representing his sweat, his toil. Vanity; while he's 3 years gone, his papers can't do much... Today I don't remember him as an educated, eloquent, lecturer... I remember him as a loving father and friend... His papers can't embrace me, they can't encourage me, they can't love me... Maybe if we loved more than hate, then we'd leave eternal marks behind... My father left his papers behind but he also left eternal marks; not in a briefcase where ants and termites can damage them, but in my heart... And when I want to remember I go back to my untouchable briefcase...

So glad........

Have you ever taken a route reluctantly only to realize that it was the right path, I’m so glad I took the paths I took; looking back I can only say that God knew the future-I’m so glad I followed His footsteps:-)

Its The Little Things

The things that we take for
granted are the very things
that bring healing to our souls,
A smile does wonders to a
lonely heart,
Its the small things that make
big things!
Its not what we’ve lost that
counts but what we gain in
every loss,
Life may seem unfair and it
may look as though it deprives
as off all that matters to us,
But just like lemonade is
made from bitter lemons,
We can choose to extract the
best when life gives us its
worst,
Weeping endures for a night
but joy comes in the morning!

My Dream

I think of you day and night,
My soul won’t rest until I find you,
So real; almost tangible,
I close my eyes and there you are,
I won’t rest until I find you,
At the crack of dawn I’ll pick my hoe and dig,
You’re not so far away I can feel it in my heart,

I found your trail this morning,

Before dusk I’ll find you.