I was fifteen when I first encountered the presence of God. I wasn’t searching for God and didn’t think about what might be on the other side of an invitation, I just had nothing better to do on a Sunday night so thought why not. And the guy I liked was going to be there so it was a given really. Continue reading
There is a big difference between isolation and solitude.
Without the time to stop and doing a stocktake of our thoughts, sneaky lies have the habit of taking up residence in our thought lounge. These same lies dissipate when we come face to face with our Creator.
Time alone with Him will have you slowing down, being more aware of priorities, and instead of reaching for familiar (insert your own vice) you’ll reach more for Him.
Deep down we crave the stillness. Continue reading
Dani was the name I wrote on the little tag attached to the balloon before I released it into the sky. I believed my baby to be a girl. Continue reading
Over the last few years, I’ve been fortunate enough to live close to the water. We see it daily. The beach, my sacred place. To look out at the horizon, watch the setting and rising sun, see the waves as they roll in, it’s mesmerising.
When I was a little girl, my dad told me that waves always come in sets of seven. He said you could count them and after the first big wave crashed, six more would follow, each losing a little power until there was a pause, stillness… Continue reading
I feel God when I am alone.
The solitude awakens my soul. Hidden thoughts and feelings floating to the surface, effortlessly pouring out before Him. I become aware of His presence and remember who I am. Continue reading
‘Your best life now.’ This is the phrase that has been finding its ways into my consciousness of late.
My best life now, right now.
Am I living my best life now? If not why. What am I waiting for? Why am I holding back, holding out? What have I stopped believing God for?…
I have felt challenged when it comes to my faith. Specifically the substance of my faith. Is faith evident in my life? If so, where is it? What actions is it taking?
Have I diminished God down to what is possible, reasonable and doable in my own strength? Or am I believing for the God opportunities and the whispers that lead to wild adventures and memorable testimonies? Continue reading
I had just turned thirteen when I had my first kiss. Rory, the cute, mysterious, dark-haired boy from down the street, had been my boyfriend for a few days when our friends decided it was time we kissed.Continue reading
The first time I walked through the door of the abortion clinic was for an appointment to confirm I was pregnant. In my mind, there was no need for confirmation. Since I’d taken the test, the subtle changes in my body were haunting reminders of the secret I was hiding. A sudden thirst for soft drink, cravings for ice cream and a distaste for coffee, which had generally sustained me each day during university and long hours at work.Continue reading
I am a writer. I have to write. When I don’t, things get messy, disoriented, clogged up and kinda foggy. Over the past few
Lately, I’ve been feeling the pang of regret. The regret stems from the fact that potentially my book had caused married hearts to wish they had something else. Despising their own marriage.
Ouch. Continue reading