I was pulled out of my natural habitat. The little beauty that I carried, the little red flowers, were all stripped away. Then I was grabbed roughly and ripped off the bush by a soldier’s hands and twisted with breaking…
This Easter I knelt beside my mother’s bed and sorrowfully listened to her bless me as she bade me farewell. She was convinced she would not live to see another day. She spoke so woefully, it was surreal. We had…
Easter! You are my beloved season. I heard about you when I was young but now am old and I still hear about you! As a boy my parents would tell me to take the cows for grazing during your…
Flippy Flipity Flop butterflies flying aloft doing the tango in my belly! I'm really giddy and my legs are jelly. He loves me? He loves me not? I'm wringing my sweaty hands, unable to steady my shaky grip, hanging onto…
There’s a song written by Misty Edwards, a worship leader at Mick Bickle’s International House of Prayer Kansas City (IHOPKC) in Missouri, USA. I first heard it one long cold winter night as I tuned into their Worship & Prayer…
Looking back, I realise that it was gratitude I felt more than anything else. Gratitude for the stolen looks he had given me the first time I saw him at Leila’s wedding. Gratitude that a big man like him would…