Sometimes you think that you have been broken enough. You wear your scars as badges, medals of Honor that show just how much you have been through pain and just how much you have or are overcoming; what testimonies are made of. But sometimes, you realize that you are not even half-way on the road to breaking, and all you have is a sprained finger or a broken nail. Other parts are yet to be broken; you are yet to feel true pain; you are yet to know pain beyond comprehension. But you relate with Job so much, you don’t think it could possibly get ‘worse’.

It’s easy to pray, “Lord break me” until you are actually broken; until you have tried to gather up the pieces and glue them together in a refurbished package (all improved with mini battle scars), clutching at your pieces but they keep cutting deeper until you lay them down; until you have nothing else to give but that brokenness; until you have no words but tears and not even your closest of friends can understand the mumbling beneath your breath, trying to explain where you are at; until God is all you have – not just in words, but Continue reading “Clay”

Father’s child

I am my Father’s child/
Whether I am tame or wild/
Whether I am strong or mild/
I am my Father’s child and He goes the extra mile//

He picked me from the sea of billions of faces and said “you”/
No matter how fast or slow your pace is- “you”/
No matter the back and forth, your pacing-“you”/
Regardless of your status, your payslip-“you”/
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Rise up!

Jemima Sumgong
Kenya’s Jemima Sumgong crosses the line to win the Elite Women’s Race during the 2016 Virgin Money London Marathon.

Jemima Sumgong.

That is one name that I will remember for many days to come. In case you are not Kenyan or have not heard about her, she was the 2016 London Women’s marathon winner. The win was and still is so phenomenal because she won despite having suffered a bad fall that left her head bleeding and a near altercation with an onlooker who ran onto the track after she had fallen.

I heard this story on a Sunday afternoon, seated in bumper-to-bumper traffic, with the

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Revelation 12:

10 And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ:

for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night.

11 And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death.

And they loved not their lives unto death.

I just cannot get over that. The ultimate test passed: that even when the threat of loss of this very life stared them in the faces, they still did not hold on to their lives. All so they

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Heart speak…

heart speak

Sometimes life feels like a highway. You are walking in the middle of the road, cars passing on both sides, people going past on the side walk; it keeps moving. Our moments are centered on interactions with others, with work, with inanimate objects but tangible things all the same. We look forward to the next interaction. We share, we form networks, and we live ‘normal’ lives.

We share our experiences in a bid to help ourselves and each other. But if we were to draw a pie chart and allocate time spent praying and time spent sharing (verbally) with ourselves and with others, what would we discover? Especially as Christians, seeing that we like to encourage each other and give testimonies and ask our fellow brethren and sistren 🙂 to pray for us or include us in prayer?

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The Cost

Count the cost

He counted the cost – His life, but still took to the cross and paid the price – His life, so that we could be called His sons.

This blogging thing is new to me. Consistency is new to me. Discipline is almost new to me. We live in a world and are part of a generation that believes spontaneous is adventurous and random is exciting. We have shoved the importance of planning on the back seat and have taken spontaneous to be synonymous with young. That is why consistency and discipline are almost new to me. I am learning them in a different light; in light of the Word and away from the stereotypical characteristics of our generation. It is hard, but it is liberating. It is painful, but it yields sweet fruit and above all else, fruit that lasts. But it comes at a price. Everything comes at a price.

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Genesis 12:1

Now the LORD had said unto Abram, Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father’s house, unto a land that I WILL shew thee:

Change in one area often comes as a breath of fresh air. Even when the change is uncomfortable, then it is more bearable because the consistency of the other areas balances out the change. A wave of change on the other hand, sweeps everything in its path. It leaves most stones turned so that those unturned stick out like sore thumbs. Sometimes, that is the face that radical takes on. Sometimes, that is what it means to trust and obey even though it scarcely makes sense.

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