Every time I lament about not being good enough
I invalidate the truth that the price Jesus paid on the cross was enough
I am enough because Jesus is more than enough
I have been selfish in my thoughts
it’s not about me!
My applause
My praise
My awards
It is all for His glory!
I need to play the background
Continue reading “Secure in Christ, He is enough”Why do I hide what is so important to me?
Am I ashamed?
No, I am afraid
of what they will think of me,
how they will look at me
if after everything, they turn around and judge me
not want to include me
change how they speak around me
behave differently
exclude me…
I want to be part of the group
Continue reading “Am I Ashamed?”I do not think as thoughts alone,
I think as tweets or instagram stories.
My thoughts are no more mine,
I must always write them down.
They don’t belong to my mind,
No longer do they exist only in my life,
My phone must always be close in hand
Continue reading “The Restless Mind”who would have thought that the weight of my identity would call me to protest against all the injustices in our society
the core of my very being is being questioned in modern newsrooms and coffee chat mornings
to be black in this existence
to be a woman in this climate
oh and to be a christian and in all of these to remain silent
Continue reading “What do I say”In a love affair with myself
I have given up the only one who would die for me
I told him I couldn’t live for him, it wasn’t my destiny
I have to think of me
My own followers need me to support me, Instagram Continue reading “Love Affair”
Love is the thing we all hope to find one day. One thing to satisfy for a life, not one day, valentines. We want so much, we trade almost too much to find this thing called l o v e.
I’ve only ever known one love so far in my life and if this is the only one I have, I’ll be fine, because I’ve never felt something more fulfilling, satisfying and captivating than His. kind. of. love.
The most magical, I’d say heavenly love story a girl could have. Something more remarkable than all those stories Disney told. A prince who owns a kingdom wishing just to have a conversation with me. A real life Cinderella story. To want to be known by me, that I was that special that he wanted to commune with me. A precious yet flawed gem in many ways, he didn’t care about the past or the paths I’ d wondered. All he knew was that I was what he wanted. Continue reading “My Love Story”
I was a ‘Christian’ as long as I could remember
Church was on Sunday’s, there was no discussion
I was always at Sunday school, knew all the answers to the bible quiz, always first to finish but I knew there was something missing.
This life I was living, something just didn’t feel right.
I may have known his name and spoken it proudly but I doubt my heart was fully in it. Continue reading “My Story”
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