3 Things that are changing my life.


Worship Music

A wonderful and insightful friend introduced me to some amazing new songs that I added to my playlist. For two weeks since: any chance I get, I soak in the goodness of lyrics that point me to Jesus ( the one who saved me from sin and who carries me in my weakness). My schedule has become increasingly demanding and I find that I need solace from the frenzy. When I listen to worship music I forget myself and remember Christ who is my source.

Gratitude Jar

My gratitude jar is a large jar I fill with pieces of colourful. I take a post it or a clourful square of paper and write the good things that have happened on a single day and then chuck it in the jar. After a while I’ll have built up a fair amount of these notes, which I will read and reflect on. They are a way to celebrate how blessed I am and remind me that I have much to be thankful for.


Over the past few months I’ve met some incredible people, who have helped me grow, challenging me to live beyond present circumstance. Existing in a place of love, submission, companionship and laughter is just so good for my soul. I’ve become bolder, and begun to do things that I used to be afraid to do. I’ve slowly begun to cross off goals that I had set ages ago. With friendships, I have been accountable to others for how I live my life and this is helping me to flourish!


Rose Gold Hearts


When you’ve been down so long it’s hard to deal with being “up”. Experiencing goodness becomes so foreign that when it happens it’s like dew on dry earth, like rain on cracked soil.

My heart is all about in empowerment, my greatest joy is teaching people to believe in hope, to realize that despite averse circumstances, they can know that they are not defined by situations, they are defined by a God, who loves to meet our expectations and go far beyond our wildest dreams.

And so when I look at the wonderful friends that I am surrounded by – females who battle many challenges, but are overcoming, I am more than encouraged. My heart gets so full that I just begin to dish out portions of encouragement to those in need, pointing them always to the hope we find in Jesus.

One of the ways in which I give is through writing. Poetry is what I call my place of overflow, it’s not just beautiful words that I paint pictures with, its hope that I try to infuse in people’s hearts and minds, so that they will know that they are more than their present circumstance.

Below is my poem Rose Gold Hearts written for every woman, who doesn’t think their brave, and to every woman who knows their brave – a simple love letter to encourage every girl that she’s made up of all the right things regardless, of what the world and media may dictate.

Rose Gold

This one is for the girls,

That love brave, that laugh hard,

That drink deep and cry soft,

That embrace wild and embody bold,


That value gentle, that stand for warmth,

That live big, regardless of the small.

This one is for the girls,

Whose hearts are rose gold!

Unpacking Destiny

Often we fall into the mundane: Everyday bad and good habits – a routine and groove along which we move from day to day. I can’t help but think that this is the way settling begins.


But every single day we face a challenge that forces us to face ourselves and helps us recognize how we are settling. Suddenly discontent begins to overshadow us and we know that we need to change. If we carefully observe this truth and recognize a need for action and take this action we find ourselves almost unravelling – life gets messy and stressful, as we fight to regain a grip on our routines and fall back into the groove we slipped out of.

Perhaps you’re in this place stressed out or highly strung wanting to feel a semblance of the control you had but perhaps the change you feel isn’t simply bad, maybe it is the suitcase of destiny sitting on your floor, with clothes within, heaped in a tangled mess – waiting for you to unravel it, unpack, straighten and repack. Don’t try to fall back into your old groove, fall completely out of its bounds and explore that which lies beyond.

That’s honestly what I think ,tension in our lives represents a disconnect that we have, or a thing that we need to face – we can either accept that change is needed and begin to go about that business or we can leave it. The truth about your destiny is that: if you ignore it, it still remains a bunch of messy clothes in a suitcase that won’t unpack itself. If you ignore it you leave potential lying in a mess and you never get to wear the beautiful clothes or arrange them in a way that makes sense and provides beauty and joy. A suitcase lying in the middle of the room becomes an obstacle to the aesthetic never allowing you to fully appreciate the space within which you live.

Here are a couple of things that I’m doing in order to unpack my destiny:

  1. Taking Passion Quizzes to identify points of weakness or areas of growth,
  2. Reading books like: Business God’s Way
  3. Changing negative thought patterns
  4. Praying
  5. Accepting constructive criticism
  6. Learning more about planning & practicing making time
  7. Doing less, so I can be empowered to do better (too many things to do leads to burnout)
  8. Spending time with the people I love because we build each other up
  9. Learning and redefining personal boundaries



The Stories I Tell

I want to write the fun stories, the ones where we all laugh, and joke and talk positive right? Because that’s the era we live in, of speaking positivity, finding ‘our zen’ and smiling all the time. I love those stories because they brighten up the day. But those ‘all is well stories’,  don’t bring change and they don’t transform, they simply glaze over the scars and flakes in the plaster, they cover the roughness and the toughness of the walls beneath.

Let me tell you something though ‘rustic’ is in and it’s all the rage – do you want to know why? It’s because perseverance builds character. When you look at chipped and aged pottery, or calloused wood, when you place it center stage on a mantle or in the middle of the room, after a scrub or polish you see beauty. You see the beauty amidst the flaws.

So my mind is made up – I won’t pressure myself to do happy chirpy stories – instead I will give real stories, authentic, honest and sometimes painful ones. But I promise you this, I’ll point each story towards hope, towards opportunity and most of all towards victory in every fight!

On being better

I recently read an incredible book on goal setting and becoming great. This book has completely changed my mindset and my approach, it’s amazing because the changes are progressive and on going. It has helped me focus less on perfection or on being right all the time, and has moved my efforts to becoming better. The whole idea of the book presses on the fact that the reason why we never succeed in our goals is because we set them wrong.

Our goal parameters focus attention on what we want and the end point, we’re not detailed enough in our approach, and we try so hard to get them perfect rather than on actual growth and getting better; an attitude and frame of mind that makes room for mistakes that we can learn from. This new approach to goals will allow you to tweak your plans, and strategize better allowing your process to evolve, and that’s what I love about it! Because growth is evolution.

I am excited to share more with you when the book is on the market again.

It is too costly!

Note from the author: This is my first attempt at writing a political opinion piece any constructive criticism is welcomed as it will benefit my writing thus.

Warning: This is a political piece on the current state of affairs of the nation of South Africa. All opinions are welcome here, however please ensure that when you comment you observe etiquette. Any speech deemed as offensive will be removed from this site.

South Africa is at odds with itself. The current fragmented state of this country’s politics serves as accurate representation of the turmoil that is experienced by a divided heart.

South Africa is one country yet it finds itself unable to agree with all of its own parts. Like arms that walk and legs that hold, somehow its true purpose or function has lost all manner of effectiveness.

With the fees must fall protests, South Africa walking out on the ICC, price hikes, a quarrelsome labour force, the confusing trial of it’s finance minister, the appointment of a new public protector and a head of state who is possibly unable to grapple with the complexities of a people whose voice has matured and become argumentative and a people that challenges; South Africa has become a cauldron that threatens to bubble over. And with this uncontainable force no lid appears wide enough to contain the angry, hot and reaching contents.

I could blame all of this incredibly bracing force on poor leadership, but I would go so far as to say that more than that South Africa is the vicitim of a leadership plagued by cultural patriarchy that condescends to its youth. Its people have fallen prey to a “old world” leadership that has not matured nor evolved with its own growth.

There is a refusal of the older generation of the African National Congress to grapple with the concerns of a younger, more independent demographic. Hardly able to deal with demands of its already complaining segment of the population – that is those individuals that live on or below the breadline, South Africa’s leadership is inundated from all sides with the outcry of a discontented people.

If Zuma, was lured into his position of head of state by a simplistic view of life at “the top”, surely now he has bore witness to the force of the people, who can no longer be ignored – a people whose demands will not be quelled by a promise of more jobs, and access to education.

Do we not, yet again find ourselves in a circus, where limber limbs bound acrobatically away in an attempt to avoid the increasingly complex and surmounting challenges in a disquieted populace.

What will happen next in an environment that has turned to chaos, as indivuals such as the public protector and the finance minister, the protesting students of the fees must fall, amongst others have become chess pieces to be manipulated, discarded or disdained, in a game of pawns.

What Are You Afraid Of?

It takes courage to face your fears and be truly honest about who we are and the things that we want, often because we are afraid that our desires are in conflict with our morals or beliefs.


Let’s take God for example and the idea of humility. It’s difficult to see where faith and ambition intersect. Our desires for success, often challenge our pursuit for modesty.


Because a lot of the time that desire means what we want takes centre stage.

In my own mind I wonder how can that be a good thing. How can the spotlight shining on me serve God. Doesn’t it just serve me? Where do the things I desire intersect with the plans that God has for my life.

This is just the beginning of me thinking out loud about life’s pursuits, and how each puzzle piece falls into the bigger picture.

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