“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me’.”

-Erma Bombeck

Dear Stranger

In a world obsessed with comparisons, it is often hard to believe that you could possibly have anything to offer. Suddenly only what is deemed great is considered good enough, leaving the majority of us asking ‘What’s the point, I will never be like them?’ Continue reading “Gifted”

A Child’s Wonder

Lord let me see the world with the same wonder of a little child.

Let me approach life with a curiosity and boldness that you always intended.

Let me give without expectations, love without inhibitions and have a heart a light as the morning breeze.

Lord let me see you with a child’s eyes.

Relationshiply Ambiguous

“It does good to no woman to be flattered [by a man] who does not intend to marry her; and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it; and, if discovered and responded to, must lead, ignis-fatuus-like, into miry wilds whence there is no extrication.”

― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Dear Stranger

Social media has made it easy to keep up-to-date with other people’s lives, including the state of  their relationships or lack thereof. In fact, once a relationship comes to an end, we often feel like they are obligated to explain what happened. I mean, who doesn’t need closure? Continue reading “Relationshiply Ambiguous”

Silent Pain, Silent thoughts

It hurts but I don’t know where

I laugh but it’s not funny

I speak to fill the space

I show up to go somewhere

I act to hide

I lie, the truth is complicated


But in the dead of night, in the silence of my mind, it is not enough

Not enough to heal the gaping hole

To consume the darkness

I lie to myself that I am ok

I will be ok

I need to be ok


Do I have a choice?


Maybe I should tell someone

Who and where?? The time has to be right

Will they understand? Do I understand?

Maybe I should keep it to myself, they have their own problems

Just get through today, it will be ok


I hold on to the little moments

They are my balm, my hope for another day

Little reminders that God is there

Surely as He created me, He watches over me

In His presence I don’t have to laugh, speak, go, act and lie.

In His presence I just have to be

It hurts, but God KNOWS where.


Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

Mathew 11:28

It is NOT too late!

Dear Stranger

As the end of the year approaches, you may be consumed with thoughts of what you hoped this year would bring . There may have been some highs, but suddenly you realise you are not where you want to be. You watch as Christmas decorations go up, as friends and family make plans for New Years vacation, and yet the flashing signs of 2019 fill you with dread of yet another unfulfilled year.

Now as you stare at the calendar wish you can turn back time. You feel discouraged and hopeless that it is too late for anything to change. BUT God does not work on a calendar year. What He has started in you, He will surely finish.

Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.

Isaiah 41:10

I Shall Wait


We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.

-Joseph Campbell


Dear Stranger

It is not easy to watch your friends and family members (even enemies) find love, get married and start families of their own. Yet the most you speak of it what you would if it were you. Sounds familiar? Continue reading “I Shall Wait”

Quiet Voices

Lately I have been feeling saturated in my own emotions. Saturated because I don’t think I  can handle another roller coaster day.

Then a quiet voice deep in my heart said to me,
don’t let the weight of your feelings distract you from the magnitude of God’s presence in your life.


Mirror Image Part 2

Look at what has become of thee.
The poems inside of you, paper couldn’t handle.
Look at what has become of thee.
You are slowly chipping off layers from the wall.
look at what they have done to you dear.
You were art, you are art, you will forever be art! You weren’t built to validate their opinions.
look what they have done to you.
I call them out to be fools.
Look what they have done to themselves.
Shame befall them a million folds, for they failed to accept you for the beautiful ambiguity that you are.
Look at what has become of you!
            *to be continued*

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