5 augustus 2015 vandag is weer een van daái dae gedagtes draai wyd rafel om die rante en wikkel hulle self leeg als terwyl ek wonder of ek die skottelgoed wil was, of nié dis hoe dit is met seisoene as jy weer kyk is jy binne-in ‘n droogte en net voordat jy jouself toegrawe … Continue reading seisoene
I was stuck for two years. I was carefully wedged in-between a series of unfortunate events. It is no man’s land, a scary place. I did not know what God wanted to change in my life…how many parts He wanted to remove…what He wanted to renew… I did what I had to do to keep … Continue reading stuck
18 Junie 2009 Tyd. Stilstaan. Omdraai en weer begin. Terug na God. Terug na myself. Ek slaan my oë op na die berge, waar sal my hulp vandaan kom? Van die Here. Van Hom alleen. 4 Desember 2009 ek wou seker wees voordat ek op hierdie punt kom soos met ander groot besluite wat ek … Continue reading anderkant die stilte
We don’t spend our time thinking about garbage, or waste containers for that matter, yet many women stay stuck in life, in limbo, because they are filled with emotional garbage – containers filled with self-criticism, self-beating, regrets and guilt. Garbage: things that are no longer useful or wanted and that have been thrown out : … Continue reading secrets
Daar is insidente in mens se lewe wat jou onherroeplik verander. Ek het hardop met die Here begin praat iewers in 1999, Sy stem het my deur die donkerste van donker tye getrek. Here, Dankie dat u my ten spyte van alles nie vergeet het nie. As ek dan alles moet verloor om weer (of … Continue reading inspraak
‘n joernaal inskrywing 18 April 2000 Sy stop terwyl ek wag om te betaal. Haar kar is effens verweerd, hy spring uit en hardloop na die agterkant van die kar. Sy sesjarige vingertjies begin die tou loswoel, sy ma klim uit…kaalvoet… Sy help hom om sy fiets uit die kattebak te haal en kyk hom … Continue reading weerskante
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
