His Strength, My Journey

Tonight, as I ended Homecell with my pastor’s message, my heart was stirred in a way that words can barely capture. I realized, with a sobering clarity, just how much I need to do for God—and how little I have truly done. There is no room for excuses, no room for delay. If God requires it, I must obey. I cannot be the person who delays someone else’s salvation, someone else’s blessing, simply because I have been slow to act or hesitant to serve. The weight of that truth presses on me, and I cannot ignore it. From this moment forward, I will make decisions with faith, and I will stick to them. I will step forward, even when it is uncomfortable, even when it requires courage beyond what I feel I have. I will go and tell the world about the God who saved my life—the God who healed me, restored me, and gave me hope when all seemed lost. I am reminded that faith without action is incomplete. It is not enough to love God quietly in my heart; I must serve Him boldly in the world. I must speak...

This Sunday at CRC Pretoria, guest speaker Pastor Samuel Rodriguez shared a message that pierced my heart — Faith that changes things even when it’s not your time. He spoke from Mark 5:1–43 (NLT) — the story of two miracles: the woman with the issue of blood and Jairus’ daughter. Both stories reveal a truth we often forget — faith disrupts systems and interrupts seasons. The woman who had been bleeding for twelve years didn’t wait for permission. She didn’t have it all together — she was bleeding, broken, and busted — but she pressed through. She made her way to Jesus, whispering to herself, “If I can just touch His robe, I will be healed.” And immediately — she was. No delay. No ceremony. No perfection required. Just faith. Pastor Rodriguez said something that stuck with me: > “Faith doesn’t wait for your turn — it makes things happen.” That day, Jesus didn’t touch her; her faith touched Him. And because of that, her story changed. We’re reminded again and again — 🌾 Fa...

This week, God has poured blessings into my life in ways that leave me speechless. One of those blessings came on four paws — a red-nose Pitbull named Bubbles. At just two years old, he’s a powerful little beast, but also such a gentle baby. I didn’t realize that this beautiful dog would be the one to push me to take my first real step toward getting healthy again. This morning, I put on my headphones, turned up my praise and worship, and set out with Bubbles for a 3.5 km walk — the first one I’ve done in years. With every step, I felt peace wash over me. The sun shone through the trees, the air was crisp and fresh, and God’s voice spoke softly in my heart. Near the end, we encouraged each other, running through sprinklers like carefree children. The sunlight on my face felt like God’s warmth surrounding me, and in that moment, I felt alive, loved, and grateful. Isn’t God so wonderful? So worthy of all our praise! I’m in absolute awe of what He’s doing in my life. As we draw closer to ...

Rest in Peace!!! Uncle Nikki!!!! Yesterday, we laid my uncle to rest. As I sat there among family — faces I once knew so well — I couldn’t help but feel the ache of something deeper than grief. It wasn’t just the pain of losing him… it was the quiet realization that the only time I see certain people anymore is at funerals. The ones I secretly miss, but know deep down never really cared for me the way I hoped they did. It’s a strange kind of sadness — being surrounded by people, yet feeling invisible among them. A reminder that some chapters have truly closed. Since my divorce, I’ve had to face truths I never thought I’d have to. Like the fact that I can’t keep calling my mother-in-law just to chat, because she’s no longer “my” family. That I have to start over again — at 41. The very thought of it is daunting. Starting from scratch when you thought you had it all figured out. But God… Last week, the Holy Spirit came upon me in a way I can’t even begin to describe. It was p...

Tonight, as I sit in the stillness of my home, tears stream down my face — not from sadness, but from overwhelming gratitude. For the very first time, all my children are asleep in their own beds. Beautiful beds. Beds I was finally able to buy for them this month. Earlier, I walked into their rooms and just stood there, looking around. Their spaces are beautiful, filled with warmth and love, and I couldn’t hold back my tears. For so long I dreamed of this moment — a proper home where my kids could rest in comfort and safety. And now it’s here. God has been so faithful. This weekend reminded me again of His goodness, even in the hard moments. On Saturday, I was so ill I could barely move, but my stepkids stepped in and helped with the little ones. In my weakness, God’s strength carried me. His Word is true: “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” And what a blessing it was to gather this week with my Homecell family. The prayers, the worsh...