So battles are all about shifting boundaries and gaining ground, and as we’re pushed back out of the comfort of community and forced...

Battle-weary one, are you wondering how to go on? Are you remembering old messages that teach, “You Say I Am Strong when I think I am...

It’s not my first battle. Not your first, either. We’ve stood, you and me, in all-out spiritual battlefields and seen the power of life...

Wisdom revealed shines a light on the figure of Jesus running undaunted towards the cross. He is the Champion of all champions, carrying...

2020 has floating days that pass, unharnessed, like so many dandelion seeds in the breeze. Unruly thoughts swirl just out of reach—of no...

Hope is the highway to our desired future. When we keep hoping, we keep pushing, we keep running, we keep watering, we keep praying...

I sit in front of my keyboard and find myself unable to write more than a sentence on any given subject. As I look to express the various...

“Kiara, I’m running out of questions to ask you,” the neurosurgeon joked. "You really don't need any further medical treatment..."

Oh, how I love the attention God pays to the detail. And why should we be surprised? The God who delighted in defining the atom, in...

And why should we expose the weaknesses and faults, the sins and shortcomings in our lives? There is a danger to “hanging it all out there”.

I’m nearly swallowed whole as we start 2019 two weeks ago. (Two weeks?! Feels like a whole term!) Kiara is back in the mix with her...

I’m living normal, going to gym, doing my own shopping in my sweaty running kit and bright pink takkies. I’m reading the specials and...

We are home. The make-up on my face, the self-sufficiency on my shoulders, the girding of my abdomen in anticipation of a blow... I allow...

I find that sympathy breaks my focus. When I’m climbing a vertical slope out of a hot valley, and my husband keeps asking me if I’m okay,...

Words and life have always been synonymous for me. I struggle with small talk, and with what I would call ‘gushy’ compliments. I find...

Where do I begin to tell today’s story? In the midst of the pain or with the news of the victory? That is so often the question. The last...

Kiara has always been able to process emotions quietly and deeply. She seldom has need to talk about them, and when she does release what...

Samuel is nine years old. He joined our family when he was about six. Being originally Zulu, his grasp of technical English is still...

I went silent on you after we arrived home on Friday - distracted partially by gratitude, partially by grief. Gratitude, because every...

“If they don’t let us go home tomorrow, I’m seriously gonna scream!” Kiara is grinning as she says it, but it’s a true word spoken in...