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Still A Church Girl – Linda’s Story

Still A Church Girl – Linda’s Story

I can still remember the excitement that I felt the first time I went to Sunday school at the local Anglican church. I was six years old and my younger sisters and I were dressed in matching pink knitted sweaters and white box-pleated skirts. No doubt, I was also wearing my black patent leather buckle shoes, as they were my only good shoes and, along with white ankle socks, were the mandatory footwear for any …

Psalm 139 (A paraphrase) - Johanna Wallace

The Story of My Life – Psalm 139

I am not a mystery or a puzzle to you Lord, Rather I am a story you know by heart, A story that you never tire of telling or hearing. A story that is familiar and dear to you, for you are its author. Long before I knew you, you knew me – having dreamed of me and already, having shaped my heart. You are the title, the introduction, the cover and back page of …

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 …