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It’s Time to Get Naked – Julie’s Story

It’s Time to Get Naked – Julie’s Story

I love to swim and at least twice a week I engage in the soothing and rhythmical ritual of following the black line for 20 or more laps at my local, public swimming pool. A few weeks ago I shared the pool with a Seniors Aquarobics class. Whilst I swam laps a large group of older women bobbed up and down in the water beside my lane, exercising to music. By the time I had …

Aliyah Lauren

The Door of Return – Aliyah’s Story

The humid air licked at my fringe as I waited beneath the bell tower on the grass of a wine farm in Cape Town, my beloved home town. The air played with the rope that hung from the brass bell and as I looked up, I noticed a plaque to the left of where I stood. It was just a normal day out for me, acting like a tourist in my own city. Yet this …

It's Time To Pursue

It’s Time To Pursue

I was sitting at traffic lights, my mind occupied with nothing more profound than the likelihood of getting a free, shaded parking space near my favourite spot at the beach. As the light turned from red to green, I heard a voice in my mind say one word, ‘pursue’. Now, I am an even more conservative driver than my 86-year-old mother-in-law, so I knew that the word had nothing to do with the traffic or …

O Holy Night

O Holy Night

One of the things that I love most about Christmas is singing Christmas carols. There is something so comforting and inspiring about these Christian anthems, some of which are hundreds of years old. My absolute favourite is ‘O Holy Night’. This musical masterpiece never fails to reduce me to tears, as it powerfully conveys the breadth and depth of the redemptive, Christmas story. This week, as I belted out my favourite carol, accompanied by Celine …

The First Time I Saw His Face Was In A Dream

The First Time I Saw His Face Was In A Dream

The first time I saw his face was in a dream. For years I had wrestled with God about my desire for more children. My husband’s battle with cancer had left us with a legacy of infertility treatment, frustration and disappointment. There would be no more children for us. I had many conversations with God about it. Most of the time I complained and whined about the gross injustice of my situation but, very occasionally, …