Unconventional Marriage Advice 3: The Good Wife
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My husband and I celebrated our 5 year wedding anniversary this year (get out the cake and streamers!) And we’ve managed to decipher some highly secretive “marital bliss” codes along the way.  It took a great deal of perseverance, persistence and emotional intelligence.  But we’ve done it! We are still together. (Pop the champagne bottle- it is time to celebrate!)

Although this year has been full of unexpected storms, we’ve learned a lot. We grew in our ability to map out each other’s feelings and pin-point some hidden insecurities.  We’ve worked night and day to overcome life’s curve-balls and to conquer challenges. Surprisingly, in the midst of battles and crisis events, we’ve succeeded in receiving the “still happily married” T-shirt and mug; now we are aiming for the medal of braveryJ.

Why celebrate 5 years, you might ask? Because, although marriage is a rich tapestry of love and growth that makes life colourful and that fills your heart with wonder, you can never take it for granted. Every victory should be celebrated, especially if you are aware of its fragility.

I started this blog a few years ago to inspire myself (and maybe others) to daily endeavour to become a woman of wisdom. But in all my years of being married I’ve never been challenged as much as I have been the past year to seek wisdom above all things. I had to allow God to chisel away foolishness in my heart as a wife.  Our 4 year anniversary marked a turning point in my life, where God started uprooting a wrong value system that occupied the spaces in my heart where love was intended to reign. Initially I thought God would work in both my husband and I. But surprisingly, the whole process had nothing to do with my husband’s actions, although it was sometimes tempting to use it as an excuse for foolishness. No, it was about who I wanted to be as a wife, and I wanted to be a good wife.
Although I had to daily make a choice to walk in wisdom, it wasn’t always easy, especially when I didn’t see results immediately. But I’ve realised this year that it’s not always about results; sometimes it’s about being changed by the choices we make.
So this month I’m writing about married life again. (yes!) I’m not dishing out marriage advice.  Instead I’m sharing a few wisdom gems that might be beneficial for someone.  I know that every marriage differs, and it might not work for everyone, but these are a few things that I had to incorporate in my marriage to continue living a life filled with love for my husband.

Get off the pedestal!

I was shocked when God first started speaking to me about changing my daily routine. God wanted to deepen my love for my husband and He was very specific in what He wanted me to do.  He wasn’t interested in how my marriage made me feel, or in my daily prayers to fulfil my career ambitions. No, contrary to all my beliefs he wanted me to exchange my business suit for an apron. I had to ensure my husband’s favourite food was in the fridge and that when he arrived home from work that the garage light was switched on, music was playing, the table was set and the food was ready to serve. Afterwards I had to make him tea, pack the dishwasher and allow him to unwind.  God also wanted to actively listen to my husband, and to allow his day to take priority over mine.

Not only that, but I also had to pray for him the mornings and send words of encouragement whenever I felt stirred in the spirit. The instructions were clear – I had to make space in my schedule for these things because it was important to God.  Not that I didn’t do it in the past, but God introduced a process that would change my heart attitude forever and build a lasting foundation of love in our marriage.
Initially I was very excited that God spoke to me about my marriage and approached the whole exercise as an experiment to become a better wife, which I thought would soon end, because there were obviously more important things to do in life. But after a few months of walking down the supermarket aisles, unpacking bags of groceries, being surrounded with dirty dishes and always smiling when my husband arrived  home (even when I had a bad day),  my flesh started to rebel.  “God,” I murmured begrudgingly in my heart, “I am also important. Can’t you see the potential in me?  I also have gifts; my day is also worth the spotlight! I’m spending a lot of hours on this experiment – hours that I could have used more effectively to improve my business. Why should I do these mundane things every day– I am also worth Your attention.  And I hate going to the grocery store! This can’t be it! I am marginalised to a ghost in the house – a quiet, gentle, serving ghost without any interests or passions. There’s nothing dynamic about my life. I have nothing useful to give to my family.”

It wasn’t as if I wasn’t busy. On the contrary, I needed more time. Things were spinning out of control and I felt overwhelmed. But I knew better than to neglect the priorities God outlined for me.  Some days I succumbed to fleshly outbursts, which often times resulted in me resenting my husband for doing well, not realising that my choices created a platform for him to flourish. Feministic views ruled my heart and prideful thoughts surrounded me, ready to poison me whenever I allowed them to. I wanted to be independent and strong.  And I was ready to fight tooth and nail to not lose myself in the process.

The irony is that when you as a wife are scared to lose yourself in your marriage, insecurities arise that you didn’t know existed. Suddenly you feel the urge to grab onto anything that makes you feel good – a compliment, a project, even studies or a job promotion.  My default was to react out of a place of self-doubt. I knew that I didn’t fully trust my husband or God to let go of things that were taking up the space of love in my marriage. It was a tough revelation to swallow, and even tougher to walk out with God.  My heart was selfish. Our marriage to some extent was built on my terms and not on God’s terms for my life

Surprisingly, through me being changed by obedience to God, our marriage became stronger – strong enough to survive a very stormy year. The experiment ended up to be one of the greatest gifts God could ever give me.  God restored trust in the areas where I felt insecure. And our marriage culture has become a lifestyle of serving, esteeming each other higher than ourselves.  Many dead branches that didn’t bear the fruit of love were cut off, to make space for new growth and for peace and life to fill our home.

It was time to get off the pedestal!

Make a U-turn

When you get married, you have to get into the habit of saying the MAGIC 5-letter word “ sorry”. There are no two ways about it. If you don’t, it will have a huge effect on your relationship. Throughout the years I had to learn to genuinely say sorry. Sometimes I said it to keep the peace, other times to put out fires and most times to change the subject.

I am not good with apologies – it is usually a mumbling of words with a sour face and crossed arms. More often than not my apologies are half-hearted with some form of self-justification in my tone of voice. So imagine my surprise the one morning when my husband and I had a disagreement (yes, it does happen), and God told me I had to repent. I was not a happy camper! It was one of those rare occasions where I wasn’t the only one in the wrong. To be honest – in that specific situation, if we had to keep score, I would have been less guilty than my husband (which is usually the other way around ), and God wanted ME to REPENT.

I knew the word repent wasn’t the same as saying sorry – it meant I had to make a complete U-turn in my actions and emotions, and I wasn’t ready to do that. My boxing gloves were on, and I was in a mood for a fight. But God gently spoke to my heart, “Laetitia, look at your husband’s face. Can you see he is upset? Listen to what he is saying, because somewhere in the conversation something affected him negatively. Own up to your words, to the contribution you made for your husband to feel the way he did. Do not just think about the argument, the rights you have to voice your opinion. You broke him down, and it’s not fitting for a woman of wisdom. Let that realisation change your heart towards him and start operating in the opposite spirit.”

I had to think about the way I spoke to him; I had to listen to him and understand his point of view. God wanted me to acknowledge the consequences of my actions, whether justified or not, and feel remorse. He wanted me to repent.  It was a huge mind-set change to make. I had to declare war on pride in my heart and humble myself to be able to live out love in a more tangible way. Surprisingly, after that experience, I found myself repenting more freely, because my heart was softened and I wasn't afraid to be rejected or wrong.   God placed a deep regret in my heart every time I made a mistake and I became dependent on His unmerited grace and favour to conquer bad habits.  He wanted me to clean my heart from all wrongdoing, and for that to happen sincere repentance was needed.
Since that pivotal moment, the way I approach conflict has changed dramatically. I am now more interested to walk in unity with my husband, and to change the dynamics in our relationship to reflect joy and peace, than to get a point across. It is definitely still a work in progress, but I am grateful for the breakthrough I've received from God and that He helped me to mature in my emotions.

It was time to make a U-turn!

I sincerely hope that we will seek wisdom for our marriage, that we will be women that will allow love to take root, grow and mature in our hearts so that we can live in the blessing that God intended marriage to be.

Cheers on many more anniversaries to come!

1 Cor 13: 3-7 (Msg)
No matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love
Love never gives up
Love cares more for others than for self,
Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have

Love doesn’t strut,
Doesn’t have a swelled head
Doesn’t force itself on others
Isn’t always “me first”
Doesn’t fly off the handle
Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth
Puts up with anything
Trusts God always
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end




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My wholeness is in You
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I was sitting overlooking the sea, sipping a cup of hot coffee and biting into my first rusk for the morning, when I suddenly felt this strange sense of nostalgia. There was nothing wrong. As far as I could tell everything seemed in place – I had a good marriage, lived in a beautiful house, and more often than not enjoyed a few of life’s luxury moments.  My husband and I were both working hard, pursuing our dreams, and although there were extra responsibilities that we had to get use to – everything seemed fine. 

Yet, I couldn’t shake this feeling of melancholy. As I watched the waves break on the shore, my mind took me back to extraordinary encounters I had with God that dramatically changed my life. I remembered the first time I felt at home with God. Like the prodigal Son I went down many paths, and finally ended up at the revelation of Christ’s love for me. 

I found myself in Him.

The door of self- worth, understanding and clarity that was shut for so many years was unlocked in one moment of truth. I was so overwhelmed by God’s approval and acceptance that I couldn’t imagine a life separated from Him.  There were firework moments – moments that you can’t explain in words.

These happenings confirmed the absolute confidence that God had in me to become what He called me for. God’s declarations of greatness inspired me to live a life worthy of my new identity as a Kingdom citizen. I felt important, celebrated and hopeful for a future of extraordinary miracles, power and adventure.  Church became a vital part of life, connecting with fellow-believers who confirmed the truth of my salvation, and who could support me while I delved deeper into the mystery of Christ.  It wasn’t hard work to feel connected to God or even church – to be honest; I couldn’t imagine my life otherwise.

But something happened. I am sure where or when – but it did.  I became disconnected from God. One would think that it was easy to recognise, but it wasn’t. I was like the older Son, living in the house of the Father, but disconnected from His heart. I am not sure whether it was financial pressure, church structure, relationships, day-to-day responsibilities or the feeling of having to control my life that stole my intimacy with God – but I felt distant from Him.  I sat looking over the sea and realised – I missed God in conversations, I missed God in prayer, I missed God in relationships; I missed God in family. I looked around me and all I could see were people grabbing unto stuff – adventure, false love, selfie-moments and money – everything wrapped in leisure. And it didn’t satisfy.  It was a world shaped by man-made success and emotional turmoil – and it felt and looked empty.

Ironically (although I was in the spiritual state I was in) I could still sit in church Sunday after Sunday and hear great sermons, and walk out and feel lonely.  I could quote scriptures, minister and encourage others and yet, my heart lacked the inspiration to pursue all that God had for me. I wasn’t backslidden; but rather burdened and disheartened. Paul’s words in Gal 5:1 rang so true in my ears: It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened by the yoke of slavery.

Nothing in me wanted to stand firm any more. I didn’t know what I was standing for. The things that excited me ten years ago about God seemed ordinary today. Promises that I believed God wanted me to have felt less tangible – less exciting and less desirable.

I felt tired… insipid… enslaved.

Dear Woman of God, maybe you do not relate. Or maybe some of these feelings hit extremely close to home. I know from experience that it’s not always easy to sow in the Spirit, to keep on fanning the flame of passion for the things of God. It is not always comfortable to keep on fighting the good fight in a world of ungodliness, mundane routines and no adventure. Most of the time these things cause  distractions from our heavenly calling.

And we end up trying to find ourselves in a world that is far removed from God.

But, there is good news. Like David in the Psalms one cannot really complain without ending your thoughts with hope. And it's a  hope that won't disappoint. 

We can feel comforted and encouraged because God did start a good work in us. He decided to enter into a covenant with us where He promised to never leave nor forsake us. He gave up everything so that He could be close to us.  And we are still called. Even if the things of God seem as if it is gathering dust in our lives, Jesus is still faithful to use us. The truth is that God loves us. And it’s a love far greater than the world can offer. It is a life far more exciting than what people make it out to be. And it is worth giving up everything and counting all other things as rubbish, even when it is difficult.  Although life can sometimes steal the joy of our salvation, and make us less shiny than we want to be – God’s Word still remains the truth. And God says that we are predestined for good works. He says that it is more valuable to know Christ than to gain all the riches of world.

When our lives seem uneventful or purposeless, we can lift up our eyes and focus on the piece of heaven that God reveals to us each day. When we feel tired of pressing forward by faith, we can ask for help and let God’s grace empower us for greater things. There is nothing that can separate us from His love – no matter how we feel. God still celebrates us; He still likes us; He has great plans for us and He chose us. And as I conclude my thoughts on this topic I am more convinced than ever that:  The only place where I find myself is in the position of total abandonment because…

I am found in Him.


Phil 3: 8-11,14

Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them as rubbish, that I might gain Christ – and be found in Him, not having my own righteousness, which is from the law, but that which is through faith in Him….I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.

Ps 16:1-6

Keep and protect me, O God, for in You I have found refuge, and in You do I put my trust and hide myself. I say to the Lord, You are my Lord, I have no good beside or beyond you. As for the godly ( the saints) who are in the land, they are the excellent, the noble, and the glorious, in whom all is my delight. Their sorrows shall be multiplied who choose another god; their drink offerings of blood will I not offer nor take their names upon my lips. The Lord is my chosen and assigned portion, my cup. You hold and maintain my lot. The lines have fallen for me on pleasant places; yes, I have a good heritage.
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Getting a grip on insecurities
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Last year my life drastically changed after I was led by God to leave my cozy corporate job.  I grew up chasing after awards and prestige, like most girls do; always wanting to be the little superstar.  The road to success was clearly defined from an early age, whether it was to pass primary school with a golden star on my forehead, matric with distinctions or a couple of degrees to proof that I do have a brain – even though I only studied marketing. The road to success continued to be paved with important job titles, interesting projects and travels abroad. All in all I felt good about myself, about the choices I made and the opportunities I took hold off to continue being a strong and confident woman. I always wanted to be a woman with an opinion worth listening to. My goal in life was to stay interesting, so that I could inspire others. And I was well on my way, until I fell off the grid and found myself at home.

Most women would love the opportunity to be at home, but I wasn’t one of them. It was very hard for me. In the past I scheduled time with my friends around my to-do list, because I loved to work. The structure, the security and the continual positive feedback from colleagues motivated me to keep on going. It gave me the will- power to be a better version of myself.  But when all of those things fell away, I didn’t have anything worth feeling good about. I know that most women are so angelic that they don’t really need anything to feel good about, and I salute you, but God knows I am not one of them.

And this is how my battle with insecurity started – with one simple question: What do I do or have to feel good about myself? Insecurities started catching me off-guard, like an American soldier taken captive in the Vietnamese war. I lost heart doing simple things, because it didn’t mean anything. Every time I would prepare dinner, I would think of all the women who managed two jobs and still had time to cook for their husbands. When I sat in conversations with my girlfriends and they started talking about salary increases and challenges at work, insecurity would take hold of my mind, and tell me how worthless I was.  I would look around my house and think of all the things I could do if I contributed financially to our household, which made me feel even worse; especially during budget meetings when I had nothing to show except absolute hopelessness. Even in church I felt like I didn’t want to say anything or do anything – because why should people listen to me?

Yet, as I sit here today I feel privileged to have gone through such a season. My life, although exciting and eventful, didn’t have love at the centre– and God saved me from a life-time of wanting people’s approval. In the heart of my home, I discovered again to serve without wanting anything in return. I gained a new appreciation for having a simple, uncomplicated existence, where nothing evolved around me, but everything evolved around others. God restored a part of my spiritual foundation in my relationship with Him that was off-balance. Life is not about what you achieve – even Apostle Paul knew that. Life is about how you love, how much thought goes into appreciating others. It is the small choices – the willingness to support, the way a woman celebrates people, the way she becomes a servant to those around her – that should counter all thoughts of insecurity.

I now look at life differently. I found the answer to the question: “What do I do or have to make me feel good about myself?” In short I have love. At the end I no longer measure success by worldly standards, but by God’s standard: Do I love God and love my neighbour?

All women can feel good about themselves, including me – because we can love.

Love counteracts insecurity.

1 Cor 13:13
And so faith, hope, love abide; but the greatest of these is love.



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The Blessing of Difficult Times
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2 Thes 1:4
And this is cause of our mentioning you with pride among the churches of God for your steadfastness, your unflinching endurance and patience and your firm faith in the midst of all the persecutions and crushing distresses and afflictions under which you are holding up.

Deep down inside I wish I didn't have to write about difficult times. There is a part of me that wants to keep the reality of trials in the Kingdom of God a secret. I've asked myself lately why I have such a strong, negative reaction towards difficult times. Is it maybe because I see my fellow Christian friends in other seasons of their faith walk and I feel bad for having to yet again go through a harsh, snowy winter? Is it maybe because my hope and faith get tested and it's sometimes difficult to explain why I'm not particularly excited at the moment? Maybe I feel embarrassed for being honest about my life, the ups and downs - the victories and the challenges. The reality is, hard-pressed Christians are sometimes perceived as misfits in the church - and I don't like being one of them.

Nevertheless, I've come to appreciate testing times in my life. It wasn't like that when I was younger. I couldn't understand how anything could be difficult after giving my life to Jesus, and I was quite irritated with people who went on and on about their problems. I think that's why the first few years of salvation are so special. You are so glad that you are saved that you don't really care about anything else except having a "welcome home" party for as long as it lasts. Needless to say, my first trial after my "honeymoon" salvation period came as a shock. I didn't expect it at all. I genuinely thought there was something wrong with me, that I am not applying the right quick-fix recipe for my problems, that I was forsaken by God and that I've lost my salvation. The Bible didn't make sense to me and I felt I couldn't live up to the care-free standards that were so easily attained when I wasn't going through a tough time. I felt I wasn't good enough for God. It took a long time to formulate a proper theology around difficult times. Even as I'm writing this, I am still so aware of the lack of understanding I have about this topic. 

Yet, there are specific principles that have become an anchor in my life. Dear Woman of God, we need to understand the testing seasons in God's Kingdom so that we are not ensnared with feelings of depression, hopelessness or rebellion. I am by no means saying that I've conquered all and that I can be an example of how to go through trials, but my heart is to find God in every season of my life, and to appreciate the lessons I learn, no matter how circumstances or even the Word challenge my beliefs. And circumstances and the Word do challenge my beliefs. Take this scripture for example:

James 1:2-4
Consider it wholly joyful, my brethren, whenever you are enveloped in or encounter trials of any sort or fall into various temptations. Be assured and understand that the trial and proving of your faith bring out endurance and steadfastness and patience. But let endurance and steadfastness and patience have full play and do a thorough work, so that you may be perfect and fully developed (with no defects), lacking nothing. 

This year I had first-hand experience of how hard it is to sometimes apply the Word to your life - especially when you find yourself in the midst of a perfect storm. I went through many difficult things this year - but the final nail in the coffin came after I had a miscarriage. The initial joy of being first-time parents was soon replaced with an overwhelming sense of loss. It felt like a gift from God was taken away from us. Although I struggled most days,  I tried to turn to God for guidance throughout the mourning process. The Bible is not always easy to obey, but I felt to view every difficult situation - every aspect of it -as a trial wherein I had to wholly rejoice. Oh my goodness! Let me tell you, it wasn't easy! It's still not easy. But I had to trust that the testing of my faith would produce a godly patience, steadfastness and endurance so that at the end I would lack nothing of significance - no good thing. 

Let me repeat: It wasn't easy. Throughout the process however, I could sense God's presence and comfort in my life. There is a loving, intimate side to God that one rarely experience   outside of difficult times - and it is a privilege. God's comfort becomes such a strong reality, that time vanishes, and the hastiness and selfish ambitions of life become unimportant. All I wanted to do was to journey with my Helper and Friend through the unravelling of feelings and perceptions. My appetite for worldly things disappeared and soon I started experiencing the goodness of God at a deeper level. In the midst of suffering I could speak to God intimately, be reminded of His Power and Might, and taste and see that He is good no matter my circumstances.

But I won't lie, it wasn't comfortable. I felt pressed on every side, crushed even, with nothing left to give. The promises I trusted God for had to be placed on an altar - a difficult act of worship to master. I was struck down by disappointment but luckily not destroyed. I suffered embarrassment, unable to find a way out - but not driven to despair. Like the Apostle Paul, I became acutely aware of how suffering has put senseless things in my life to death. Yet, at the same time, I could see glimpses of resurrection life come forth from it. The Word of God was tested in my life - just like the Word tried and tested Joseph in jail.

Ps 105:17-18
He sent a man before them, even Joseph, who was sold as a servant. His feet they hurt with fetters; he was laid in chains of iron and his soul entered into the iron, until His Word came true, until the word of the Lord tried and tested him.

There are still many unanswered questions about the experiences I had this year. I do not always know what is right or what is wrong. But I do know this - at the end the Lord has the final say. It doesn't matter how circumstances may change - God's promises remain the same. And it is on God's promises that I choose to build my house when the storms come. He promises in His word that if I cry out to Him, He will deliver me from my distresses, He will hush the storm to a quiet and gentle whisper, so that the waves of the sea are still. He will bring me to my desired haven (Ps 107: 28-30). Therefore I can have courage and go through fire and stormy waters, knowing that God is my Help and Salvation.

My hope in Him will not disappoint. 

2 Cor 4:8-18
We are afflicted in every way, but no crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken, struck down, but no destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies. For we who live always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh.

So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

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Dear Woman of God, revival is in your heart!
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The words entered my spirit as I was listening to an inspirational teaching of Dr. Dick Eastman, the Director of Every Home for Christ at an annual intercessory conference.  I was quite taken aback by the truth.  Never before did I consider myself as a source of revival.  To be honest, I felt nauseas from being pregnant and could barely keep my eyes open.  My days consisted of managing a business, trying out new recipes and ironing my husband’s shirts. I wasn’t in full-time ministry and I didn’t have a lot of time to spend in the presence of God.  Yet, the words were unmistakably clear – there is revival in my heart.

At first, it didn’t really make sense to me. I just came out of season of obscurity, where everything seemed vague, undefined and grey. It felt as if I was digging deep holes in expectation for wells to gush forth, with no water in sight.  My mind was filled with negative thoughts of self-pity and frustration, always taking stock of past experiences, not being able to move forward. I was stuck in a world of sameness. Day in and day out was a fight to survive, let alone revive!

So, when God told me I had revival in my heart, I was tempted to be like Moses and say: Who me?  I couldn’t really see myself as a Billy Graham, evangelizing to the world and getting continents saved. My soul loved being troubled, always grabbing to “what if’s and “it can’t be’s.” The calling to revive seemed more fitting for someone with a dynamic personality or an optimistic approach to life.

And then it dawned on me – the Greek meaning for the word revive means to thrive or flourish. In English it means to restore to vigour or vitality and in Hebrew it means to restore to life. It is to breathe life into things that are seemingly dead. Not only does it refer to a religious awakening where people get born again, but revival also means that God will help your soul to flourish and thrive again. He will restore it back to life.

And that thought challenged me.

God was actually saying: Even though you might not feel it in the season you are currently in, God’s plan is for you to experience life and life in abundance. If you believe God’s will for you is to have life, you will have faith for it, speak it and live it.  Allow the resurrection power of Jesus Christ re-define your world-views and assumptions. Allow Him to breathe life into areas that are seemingly dead. Engage with Him, dream His dreams for your life, and meditate on growth and progress rather than stagnation.  Be inspired by His vision of a future full of hope rather than discouragement. Think thoughts of blessing and prosperity, rather than negativity and trouble. Allow God to bring your soul to a place where it flourishes. Lift up your head and inspire those around you with faith – a faith that sees what God sees.  Break through the walls of the now, and take hold of His power, pushing forward with courage instead of drawing back. 

I sat in church, immediately thinking of all the things that needed to be revived. Like David, my soul was first on the list.  It needed to be revived. I succumbed to a horrible cycle of complaining, always expecting the worse.  My mind got stuck  – and I couldn’t break free from the negative encounters I’ve experienced.  Secondly, my health seemed to be a challenge the past few years, and after a while I just got tired of praying and trusting God for healing.  And then, oh my finances. My bank account could always do with some improvement. And I grew tired of speaking words of life, trusting God for increase. All these things needed a good dose of Word-breathed CPR, but I lost faith that somehow my efforts were making a difference. And to be honest, it is hard work!

But I have Jesus Christ’s revival power in my heart!

And so do you!

Christ within us is the hope of glory!

Somewhere a shift needs to take place in my heart and soul that God’s dream for my life is to have life in abundance! My heart needs to connect with the truth that all is not lost, that revival is on the agenda!

All around us there are opportunities for revival – whether it is to pray for our children and speak blessing over them, or to take the Bible and warfare for the manifestation of God’s promises in our life. All is not lost – maybe dormant, but not lost.

God is busy with His revival work in our lives, if we allow Him to take control and reveal His glory to us!

May we cry out as women of God – revive me Oh Lord! Show Your power in my life and bring my soul  out of trouble!

Psalm 143:11
Revive me, O Lord, for Your name’s sake!
For Your righteousness’ sake bring my soul out of trouble.

Psalm 119:25
My soul cleaves to the dust, Revive me according to Thy word

Psalm 119:50
This is my comfort in my affliction, That Thy word has revived me



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Facing my Fears
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They say to be a writer you have to be in touch with your inner self – your emotions, your world-view and your convictions. Some of the best writers are those who can transfer their own world of thoughts and ideas unto a piece of paper and make it seem real.  The words of Mary Poppins, Lord of Rings and even Humpty Dumpty all possess an enchanting characteristic of wonder that captivates readers around the world. Lately, I started thinking about what I would write about if I was given an opportunity to describe my reality on a piece of paper.

My story will most probably begin in a land of green pastures, fruit trees and waterfalls.  I will write about the day I was called to be part of the army of light, and the power I received to overcome the evil forces of darkness that were constantly attacking innocent victims, exposing them to the consequences of sin.  Readers will be intrigued by exhilarating adventures, supernatural miracles and victories.  My mind will continually reflect back on my past, with interesting flashbacks of my  life before I met Jesus Christ, to give insight as to how my heart and actions changed over the years. People will be captivated by my story, crediting me with an over-active imagination.  I might even get a book deal.

But to those who know the truth, the reality of salvation is undeniable. The joy is inexpressible and the love overwhelming. We walk around like aliens on earth, with a new found purpose. No longer do we live for ourselves, but we live as Kingdom citizens, reveling in promises that are part of our inheritance – righteousness, freedom and forgiveness all wrapped up in grace.

Yet, every writer knows that a good story always has a point of conflict.  Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall, Mary Poppins flew away and Frodo almost lost the ring.  Ironically, the point of conflict in my life-story will not be the result of outward circumstances. It will not be a battle against Mammon or even pride. The climax of the book will be a difficult confrontation, a frightening encounter with the powerful enemy called: My Fears.

My Fears is unlike any other enemy.   His poisonous weapons paralyse you to the point of hopelessness. My Fears is a big giant, with the ability to freeze you, so that you cannot defend yourself with the sword of truth. It blinds you from God’s reality and instead changes your perception from hope to futility. But what makes this enemy so dangerous, is the way he attaches himself to your heart, especially your desires.  His arms, filled with venom, wrap around things in your life, and slowly squeeze out all faith.  Most Christians run away from him, because it is often times too difficult to face Fears.  They try and hide from the giant, looking for an escape from the symptoms of worry and anxiety that linger on in their lives because of the poison. 

My Fears creates a picture of something that Christians don’t want, something that they are too afraid to confront in their lives. And as long as they run away, the power of the giant will remain. At the end, some Christians give-in to its power, lose faith and become despondent in the army of light. Where they once were bold and confident, they become withdrawn and scared, always expecting the worse.

Unfortunately, the only way how you can rid yourself from the effect of Fears  is by uncovering the false reality that the giant creates. And for that you have to allow the scenario to play out. Jesus gave us a Spirit of power, love and a sound mind, that empowers has to wash our hearts clean with the soap of truth, which is more potent than the poison of Fears. Every time he tries to make a Christian timid, the faith of God counteracts it with words of truth that can only be found in the Bible. You cannot run away, because it won’t help. You cannot pretend as if Fears’ poison did not enter your heart, because you will carry it wherever you go. No, you can only stand, face Fears, let it play out and continually counteract the sting of the lie by revealing truth.  You have to be well acquainted with the weapons of God’s love and power to overcome this difficult confrontation.

Whenever I face My Fears, it’s not easy.  I am always amazed by the way in which the Holy Spirit leads me, cover me and protect me from its fiery darts, even when I want to run away. God empowers me when I make the choice to face My Fears.  Sometimes it is difficult to keep on fighting when others run away, but at the end I know the outcome. Christ leads us into victory in all circumstances. His love drives away My Fears.

After the giant is defeated, and his power completely nullified, I will end my story with a scene of jubilation and triumph, feasting on God’s faithfulness. The victory always tastes sweet. My heart will be content, full of joy, peace and amazement.
And as I put down my pen and compile the pages of my life, I will be certain of this truth:  No weapon formed against me will prosper. God gave me victory over My Fears. He will turn uncertainty, anxiety and stress into answered prayers. All glory to God!

2 Tim 1:7
For God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

1 John 4:18
There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.

Ps 20:5
We will [shout in] triumph at your salvation and victory, and in the name of our God we will set up our banners. May the Lord fulfill all your petitions.

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The day I was introduced to Abigail
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It was an unforgettable day – the day I was introduced to Abigail.  I was a still a teen when I heard her name for the first time.  Everywhere I went, people (especially older women) talked about her. It seemed she left an impression on many - including me.  Rarely do you come across someone that shapes the way you think - that mentors, aggravates and challenges you so much that you are forced to go back to the mirror and deal with the truth. In many ways Abigail became my role-model. She gave me the inspiration I needed to mature in God as I approached adulthood. 

But Abigail was not perfect. Oddly, those who spoke about her never mentioned the fact that she was married to an unbeliever. Even more surprising was the fact she was only a house-wife. Initially I was very disappointed when I discovered all these things about Abigail. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it is because I expected a strong and dynamic woman, with credentials to back the admirable stories I heard from the people I respected. Yet, she managed to leave a lasting impression on my life. I will forever be grateful to God that He predestined our paths to meet.

Abigail’s daily existence was far from ideal. The beauty that magnetized those who came in contact with her, was point blanked ignored by her husband.  She served, cleaned and cooked for him every day without complaining. His demands added more to her list of responsibilities, which kept her working until the early hours of the morning.  He bad-mouthed her, treated her with contempt – cursing her every chance he got. As his drinking increased, his patience became less and less. All that mattered was the parties he organised as an excuse to fill the emptiness of his soul with alcohol. The community labelled him as foolish and wanted nothing to do with him.

Abigail’s friends thought she was stupid to stay with him. To be honest, I was inclined to agree with them. It didn’t make sense to me that an attractive, intelligent woman wasted her life on a man that didn’t really see her worth. It is still puzzling to me.

But Abigail shone like a diamond in the heart of her house. She was always aware of what was going on around her. Often times she defended her husband’s name when others ridiculed him, even though she knew he was a scoundrel. It didn’t make sense to me, because her husband was well-deserving of the treatment he received.  He was an arrogant and prideful man who didn’t care about anyone except himself. Most of the time he wasn’t even aware of what she was doing to protect her house from calamity.

Make no mistake, Abigail was not a doormat. When she opened her mouth it was with wisdom. She summarized situations and managed to put fires out with her spirit of meekness and peace. She gave solutions, made people feel valued and respected, whilst at the same time providing them with alternatives to the way they wanted to “deal” with her husband. Many times she had to show nerves of steel and not shy away from confrontation.  She had full control of her emotions and always ensured that situations didn’t escalate out of control. Her heart was to honour the people and things she valued. And she did it with a streak of intelligence. Wow, she was truly a woman of wisdom.

You might read this blog posting and think – seriously Laetitia, why are you writing about this woman? What inspires you about her? Her life seems miles away from what God has intended for her. And to some extent I agree with you.  But every time I think about her, I can’t help but be in awe.

Abigail’s story still to this day inspires me because of her boldness and self-assurance. Through all the pain and heartache she endured, she managed to keep herself. She had confidence in her opinions and her actions even though her husband brought her shame.  She was treated like a slave in the flesh, yet she conducted herself like a queen, not scared to speak to influential figures. In her heart she carried a revelation of how to access God’s Kingdom in all circumstances. And because of that, just like Matthew 5 says, she was blessed and highly favoured.  She valued the things Jesus valued, even though it seemed like foolishness to her husband, who daily persecuted her for her faith. When she spoke, she spoke with authority and power, always steering people in the direction of godliness. And wow…the way she said things were so funny and clever!

Abigail’s suffering ended with her first husband dying of a heart attack. God was gracious to her. She met her second husband who fell madly in love with her in a whirlwind romance, and he was a special man after God's own heart.  

You can read about how she met her second husband in 1 Sam 25.


No matter your story, no matter your choices – God still has a plan and purpose for your life.  
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Unconventional Marriage Advice 2
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Fairy-tales are hard to find, especially in today’s disapproving and looks-driven society. These days, the Snow White notion of a woman patiently waiting for her prince gets replaced with a perfect wedding day and a divorce 5 years later.  So when you see couples in love, enjoying one another and still laughing together after twenty years of ups and downs, you sometimes wonder: How did they manage to stay HAPPY ever after?  What is their secret to marital bliss?  It’s as if we expect for reality to kick in at some point, for couples to get disillusioned and for the love-story to end in tears.
  
So this month I’m writing about married life again – the sequel to Unconventional Marriage advice 1. (Whoop whoop!)


George and I celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary last month, and even though it’s still far from the 10 year, 20 year or 50 year mark, I couldn’t help but feel relieved that we are still going strong.  I was humbled by the fact that even though I don’t really know any secrets to marriage success and can’t really offer any decent advice, that we still have the privilege to live the fairy-tale that God has planned for us. To be honest, I am still in awe of God’s design for marriage. It is far more beautiful than the “flat coke” rom-coms or Danielle Steel novels we are used to. To me, marriage is God’s love-story for my life – and He is a very good Author.  It is indeed a God-idea worthy of my respect.

But marriage is also about the daily adventures a couple endure together. It is not just candlelight dinners and evenings out in the town. Nope. Contrary to what others might say, most of a marriage-story actually happens at home, just before the budget meeting, after you've unloaded the grocery bags J

So, let me share some stories from our fairy-tale called: "Kings in the Kitchen." :)

MAX-simise family time
George came home one evening and unexpectedly announced that he wanted to get a dog. I laughed it off and thought he was pulling my leg. He obviously didn't know me. There was a reason why I didn't strike people as the dog-loving type.  I didn’t like animals at all! The thought of getting a pet never crossed my mind before. Ever! Movies like “Marley and Me” left me exhausted afterwards. I couldn’t understand why people would willingly put themselves through so much admin.  But George looked at me with determined eyes: “ Laetitia,” he said with a serious tone, “ I see in you the potential to love animals. You  are going to love having a dog. And I think God wants to bless us with a Bassett” (ha ha ha!)


It took me three weeks to get back to him, because I had to thoroughly consider the pros and cons of his ridiculous idea, and measure my level of commitment for the unforeseen journey my husband wanted to take us on. But at the end, George’s persuasive sales pitch convinced me to allow a Bassett called Max (Maximus Maximillian)  into my clean house.


Max is a very emotional, needy and naughty little Bassett with charisma, a sense of humor and a HUGE CUTENESS factor. With his droopy eyes and unconditional love, he can get away with anything. Numerous times I had to pick up wool scattered across the garden, after he almost destroyed the pillows he slept on or chase him around the house trying to get one of my favourite shoes out of his mouth. Everything changed when Max arrived. We literally had to make room for him in our lives.


Nevertheless, Max transformed our family times. George was right, this little Bassett turned out to be an enormous blessing.  Nothing beats a movie night with Max quietly tugged away at our feet, content with the world and happy to be part of our lives. He even enjoys dancing with me while I prepare dinner - and George and I always have fun discussing new ways to get him to listen to us (which rarely works). But in all of this I learned something about marriage. Max helped me to see that family time is worth celebrating (and worth planning for).  It’s part of making our love-story extra special.

Soon after Max invaded our lives we’ve realised that it would never be the same again. In order for us to have a peaceful night’s rest, we had to give him what he wanted.  And there is only one thing Max wants – FAMILY TIME! So now I plan dinners, I schedule something fun to do and I always have extra food in the cupboards, in case the two males in my house get hungry.

Our lives will never be the same. I’ve realised it the other day, after Max kept us awake throughout the night because it was raining and he didn’t want to sleep in his kennel.  George and I were both tired – we had just endured a frustrating evening together trying to get the dog to sleep (yes..yes...I know, it sounds a bit weird). But the next day George couldn’t help but send me a text: “Laetitia I love you and I love Max.” Even though I was agitated with the fact that we had a dog, and that we chose to have a pet that kept us awake, I had to agree with George. Max crept into my heart.  I am now a converted dog-lover!

How can I not be?

Our Bassett taught me to MAX –imise family time!

 ADD to the Ad….venture and SURPRIZE!
There is nothing more frustrating than to start a book with an interesting first chapter , just to later discover that it has no storyline. A story needs to be full of intrigue and adventure, keeping you on the edge of your seat.  Usually the damsel in distress keeps her hero captivated in a best-seller love-story. So who says your love-story should end after the wedding day? It is only chapter 1. The plot should only thicken!


I believe a woman can approach marriage from two perspectives. 1). I have a husband so I’ve arrived. He knows everything about me. 2). I have a husband and he knows everything about me….so I better come up with a few surprises to keep our love-story interesting.

My opinion is that every woman should add to the adventure of marriage, by keeping her mystery and surprising her husband. Yes, a married woman can still be mysterious. The element of surprise is a powerful tool in marriage. And no, I'm not referring to surprising your husband with another positive pregnancy test, even though that can also be very powerful. :) Nope, you are the main character of a love-story, so you determine how interesting you want married life to be.

Like I said, I am no expert when it comes to the recipe for a successful marriage, but I try to stay open for something wonderful to unfold. It's  is not always easy to keep the mystery - sometimes you have to re-invent yourself, and that usually takes sacrifice. God highlighted this fact to me one day, while I was driving to the store. He challenged my thinking. It was no secret that:
I don't like hiking
I don't like cooking
I don't like the sea

 But that day it dawned on me….George knows I don’t like these things. Imagine how surprised he will be if:
I initiate a hiking trip
I cook a new recipe
I pack a picnic basket and go to the beach.
 It sure makes the love-story interesting ! J

God loves marriage. I think He designed it so that we can have more fun! So, if the washing heap reaches the roof and the dishes are dirty in the sink, remember….it is part of your love-story, so keep the mystery.

ADD to the adventure and SURPRISE your Prince!

Snow White ends with "and they lived happily ever after."

Your fairy-tale should end the same way. :)


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My Happy Dance!
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I wanted to come up with a clever introduction like most journalists do for this month's posting- but every time I start writing, my eye falls on the heading and I find myself daydreaming about moving and shaking to a a super cool song.  Yes,  I know - it is a bit weird. But there is a groove in my heart that I can't explain. It is a mixture between hip-hop and African drum dancing. I can even hear a MAMMA from the Eastern Cape "HI LI LI LI" in the background. No, I am not on medication or weed. And yes, it does sound a bit like Ally Mcbeal. But in my defence, I'm not seeing a strange-looking baby :)



My feet are happy. Similar to the movie, I can't shake this urge to jump up and down, hop side-ways and do a slick "Michael Jackson" double turn. Jip, its pure joy.



For month's I've been deliberating  on certain struggles and challenges that I had to work through with God. But one thing I might have neglected to mention was that in these difficult times, I've always been expectant for God to come through in a miraculous way. Each new life lesson  teaches me a new dance move,so that when victory comes, I'm ready to express the pure JOY I experience from seeing a good and gracious God reveal Himself in my life. It is my HAPPY DANCE (oh it's so much fun!)

A happy dance is different from going to the club. It is joy - an overwhelming feeling of awe and excitement when you see impossibilities turned into possibilities. It is a revelation that you are loved by a powerful God, and that He is a Father that delights in doing the miraculous for His children. Your feet start dancing to the beat of a "good news" song that reveals Jesus in your every day life. It is the song of miracles!

Allow me to share a few miracle dance moves:

ONE JUMP UP AND DOWN FOR FRUITFULNESS! 

At the young age of sixteen, one of my best friend's from high school was told that she was unable to have children. We were all shocked and devastated by the discovery, and for almost fifteen years we were praying and supporting her while she had to disclose the information to her future husband, go through endless nights of petitioning God and holding fast to His promises of fruitfulness. There were many questions, numerous discussions and not a lot of hope . So imagine my surprise (and awesome dance moves!) when I received a message from her announcing that she was pregnant. (Victory...Yes...HI LI LI LI!)

ONE SLIDE TO THE LEFT FOR PROVISION!

No posting will be complete without mentioning my husband (this time without a disastrous food recipe!) George trusted God for a new job. He wanted to do what he was passionate about, but needed God to open a door. We prayed about it, and trusted  God to show us the way. So, when he received a message on his Linkedin profile one Thursday morning from a recruitment agent  offering him an opportunity to do his dream job, it seemed to good to be true...and too easy. However, six interviews later and an employment contract in hand, we are not suspicious any more. OH NO...we are DANCING! (Victory Yes....HI LI LI LI!). I will share more about this in next month's blog posting - the sequel to "Unconventional marriage advice."

ONE SLICK "MICHAEL JACKSON" TURN FOR THE FULFILMENT OF DREAMS!

Dreams do come true. I can testify to it.  One evening, when I was 24, I sat in a prayer meeting where God gave me a dream to start my own company. (Wow...I was over the moon....imagine a super slick dance move!) He also showed me the people he wanted me to partner with. Fast forward six years, and God miraculously placed us in the same proximity and gave all of us the vision and passion to start our own company. So we did! (Victory...Yes....HI LI LI LI!)

Join me as we master the art of the Happy Dance.

Yes girl, shake it!

Jump! Do a double-turn!

Move those happy feet!

Shout for JOY! 

VICTORY IS OURS....HI LI LI LI!

Rom 10:15
And how can anyone preach unless they are sent? As it is written "How beautiful (and happy) are the feet of those who bring good news!" Words in bold inserted by Laetitia :)



(For the reader: Hi li li is my version of an African shout, typical at tribal dances!)



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A moment of truth
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I will never forget sitting on the brown couch at my friend Merril van Rensburg’s flat.

Merril is a gentle and pleasant man, with years of experience in Christian counselling. When George suggested me to go and see him, I wasn’t really sure why I needed counselling. At that stage I was a Christian for almost ten years, taught Biblical truths and read ALL the inner healing books available.  There was nothing that you could tell me about Christianity or life. Oh no, on the contrarily.... I could tell you a few things! But I wanted to keep on dating George and knew that it was important for him and for our relationship. Hence, the couch!

So the first few sessions ended up with me debating theology with Merril, and him patiently listening to all I had to say. When he suggested something, I was quick to shoot back, reluctant to receive from him. It was during the 5th session however, that Merril explained to me the analogy of the red glasses, which managed to win me over. J

Merril told me that sometimes people go through things, which alter the way they see life. It is almost like wearing red glasses, where we see the world through coloured lenses, instead of seeing the world the way it really is, through the reality and perspective of God’s truth.

He hit the nail straight on the head!



I would go through these cycles in my life – when life was good, God was good. When life wasn’t good (which is a red glasses perspective), then I would struggle to find my bearing on truth. For me it was usually in a moment of crisis.

So last year I went through a very difficult crisis. I started a job that I was very excited about, only to be forced to resign after 3 months.

Wow. That’s all I can say.



If you know me, then you will understand that it is most probably one of the worse things that could ever happen to me. A tsunami of lies hit my life, threatening to destroy everything good I knew about God. It was a struggle to not lose perspective.  I could feel myself going under water with my head full of doubt and disillusionment, only to come up for a few seconds, desperately calling to God for help. I knew that this moment had the potential to alter the way I see life and give me a RED perspective.  Thankfully, I wasn't willing to let go of God’s way of looking at things. It was in this CRISIS moment that I could hang onto a piece of God’s TRUTH, which gently took me out of the danger zone and into a place of peace – with no red glasses on! The word crisis in Chinese can either mean danger or opportunity. Well, I chose to view the “embarrassment of being forced to resign” moment as an opportunity for God to perform a miracle – and He did. Today I have my own company. Praise God!

Dear women of wisdom, when crisis hits, who do we listen to?

It is so tempting to believe the diagnoses of doctors, to believe our bank accounts or circumstances – to even believe the opinions of others.But when crisis hits, and we experience a moment of disillusionment, do we turn to God’s truth? Do we truly believe what He says? Do we truly trust Him and His word?

A crisis reveals what is really in our heart.

A crisis can either threaten us, or it can be a MOMENT OF TRUTH!

It is as if when we face various trials that we get to see how much truth really is in our hearts – how much we really believe God.

I made my mind up: From now on I will view all the crisis situations in my life as “moments of truth” J

What might be difficult and dangerous for others, will be an opportunity for me to display God’s truth in my life, and allow Him to lead me to a place of peace.

Praise God for MOMENTS OF TRUTH!

Ps 91:16
With long life I will satisfy him, and show him my salvation

John 8:31-32
To the Jews who had believed him, Jesus said, “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”



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A handful of grace
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I didn’t realise how serious the problem was until my doctor recommended a foot specialist. For weeks I pretended as if nothing happened, until I woke up one morning unable to move my big toe.
A knife fell on my foot.
When it happened it didn’t really hurt. Only after I took off my shoe and saw it full of blood did I notice the cut.  It wasn’t deep. It wasn’t long. There was no need to be alarmed – or so I thought - until I sat in the specialist’s office and he recommended an operation. The knife severed the tendon to my big toe, and I had to go to the hospital to repair the damage.
The whole situation seemed like a dream. The one moment I was nonchalantly flipping TV channels in a very awkward hospital gown, the next moment I was wheeled to the operating room, surrounded by bright lights, white masks and murmurs.
Reality finally sank in after I tried to take a few steps to the nearby wheelchair with my left leg in an oversized cast.  The operation was a success, but I lost my independence.  Before (although my tendon was severed) I could still do the basics like walking, driving and bathing – it didn’t even bother me. But after the operation, I had no leg to stand on (pun intended!) I was dependent on two huge, uncomfortable crutches to get me from point A to B, which didn’t really help much. Every time I tried to take a step, it felt like a circus act. Instead of looking like a graceful swan, I looked like a hyperactive kangaroo.
It wasn’t funny.
Seven weeks felt like seven years. And the road to recovery was extremely difficult.
There were many instances during the process where I wanted to rip off the stupid cast in frustration. I was forced to ask for help, and I didn’t like it. It felt foolish. I had to swallow my pride, and continually be on the look-out for a helping hand. There was nothing I could do without the assistance of others.
Strangely enough, the whole experience taught me a valuable spiritual principle. It made me intensely aware of how much I needed God’s grace and unmerited favour in my life. I could literally do nothing in my own strength.
Every so often it feels like I’m wearing an uncomfortable cast in my “up-and-down, hop-hop” spiritual walk. I sometimes find myself on a wild rollercoaster of emotions in the areas where I’m trying to approach things through my own intelligent and logic. At times I wish I could be independent, achieving selfish ambitions by being super cool and gifted, just to realise that I can’t move from point A to B without God’s help.  My prideful mind tries to convince me otherwise, but every time God reminds me that I’m completely dependent on Him. I need to take hold of grace and allow it be sufficient in the areas where I feel weak. (2 Cor 12:9)
To be honest, my spiritual eyes aren’t always focussed on God’s grace. And I don’t always want to take hold of it. Sometimes it feels as if I can only take a handful of grace each day, because I am not allowing the flood of God’s unmerited favour to enter my life and take complete control.  Self-effort and pride normally replaces the awareness and revelation of God’s grace. His divine enablement, redemption and salvation get lost in the world where I am forced to make decisions, act and take charge in my own strength.
It is much easier to be self-sufficient than to be grace-sufficient.
But the good news is that I no longer have to fight, strive and make things work on my own. God is near and ready to help. No longer do I have to be focussed on my problems, judging myself because of my shortcomings.  I can rejoice because I am created to be God’s child and to be the praise and the commendation of His glorious grace, which He freely bestowed upon me (Ef1:6). God has predestined a path of goodness for me! I can look to Jesus– an ever-present help in all the areas where I struggle. My whole heart can trust in His love toward me, and rest in the fact that He is in control, so I no longer have to be. I only have to wait.
Sometimes it only takes willingness and a soft heart to take hold of God’s grace.
May grace (God’s unmerited favour) and spiritual peace (which means peace with God and harmony ) be yours from God our Father and from the Lord Jesus Christ. (Ef 1:2)

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