It is a crossroad. An intersection that I know well. A camping site where I wasted precious years of my life. The pivotal point of choosing between faith and fear. I waited. I cried. I felt offended. I was irritated with my circumstances. I held on to a myriad of grudges. When this did not … Continue reading crossroads
‘n memory 7 September 2010 Tydens worship kry ek goud, burned amber en new season. Iemand sing saam met my. Halleluja harmoniseer en dit tref my diep. My hart sing saam sonder dat daar ‘n noot uit my mond kom. Ek praat met die Here en sê vir Hom dat my hart sing vir Hom. … Continue reading vrede
Ek het altyd gedink dis moeilik om die lewe vas te hou… om jouself en jou goed veilig te hou. Dit is nie waar nie. Die moeilike dae is die oop-hand-dae… die vandag-laat-ek-alles-gaan-dae Let go… Klein woordjies met groot betekenis. Ek kyk nie meer om nie… behalwe as ek wil lag, of huil oor hoe … Continue reading kronkelpad
I loved my grandmother. She understood me – all of me. When my mom came down on me with sharp stinging words, she was the one that gave me a reassuring pat on the leg. When the dark clouds of my mom’s depression engulfed our home and I heard Strauss Waltzes coming down the driveway, … Continue reading taking time out
Don’t ever save anything for a special occasion being alive ís the special occasion Onderstebo. Dis hoe jy my na die lewe laat kyk. Uit ‘n ander hoek. Jy is die tweede kind, ek het gedink ek weet alles. Jy is my verrassing, my joy wat ek laag vir laag kan skil. Agter my en … Continue reading terloops…
Ek wou diep gaan grawe Mooi woorde oopkrap My klip-lippe inspan Om lofprysings te sing. Maar voor ek my kon kry Slaan alles toe soos ‘n boek. Ek sit myself laaste op die lys, Seker omdat ek self ‘n ma is En weerloos oop voor al my eie foute staan. (12 April 2015) As dit … Continue reading tweestryd
School holidays in our home were happy times. I allowed the children to build blanket houses underneath the dining room table and Lego cities all over the lounge carpet, tables and chair armrests. Days would go by with them playing, continuing their stories, army attacks and space missions. Then, out of the blue it would … Continue reading sanity
