There is a tenderness that lives in stillness, a kind of love that does not rush to fix, explain, or perform. It is the love that simply stays. When someone is walking through a storm, our words may scatter like leaves in the wind, yet our quiet nearness can become a refuge stronger than walls. 📖 “Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.” — Romans 12:15 (NKJV) "When someone is walking through a storm, let your silent presence be a shelter the wind cannot breach - a steady nearness that says I am here without making their pain perform. Sit beside them the way mountains keep watch over valleys: unwavering, unhurried, unafraid of thunder. Offer ordinary kindness--boil water, hold the umbrella, place a blanket, keep time with their breath- and let the hush between you speak the oldest language of care. Do not rename their clouds or argue with the rain; become warmth, witness and ground. In such gentleness, grief loosens its grip, fear remembers it can exhale, and the heart relearns that it can be both broken and beloved while the sky works out its weather. Your presence, unpolished, consistent, sincere, becomes the anchor under their waves, the small light that makes darkness navigable. And when the storm passes, they will not recall perfect advice; they will remember that you stayed, that your quiet never flinched, and that, without a million empty words, you helped their spirit trust the light again." - Steve De'lano Garcia Don't ever underestimate the gift of the ministry of presense. There is a tenderness that lives in stillness, a kind of love that does not rush to fix, explain, or perform. It is the love that simply stays. When someone is walking through a storm, our words may scatter like leaves in the wind, yet our quiet nearness can become a refuge stronger than walls. 📖 “Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.” — Romans 12:15 (NKJV) Lately, I have been reminded of how uneasy we are with tears. When grief visits, even the kindest hearts often reach for quick comfort — “She’s in a better place,” “She’s with the Lord now.” Though spoken with good intentions, these words can sometimes brush too lightly over a heart that longs to have its ache acknowledged. They can make us feel guilty for needing to cry and be comforted. Few know how to simply sit in silence beside sorrow, to hold space for holy tears. Grief comes in waves and hospice will tell you it takes as long as it takes. You can’t speed it up or reason it away. Tears and silence make people uncomfortable. Yet Jesus never avoided them. When Jesus stood beside Mary and Martha at Lazarus’ tomb, He did not immediately offer a sermon. He wept. His tears were not weakness; they were divine compassion, the presence of God sharing human grief. That is the heart of true ministry: not to rush someone out of their valley but to sit with them until they remember the Shepherd is still near. The Son of God did not silence their grief with theology; He sanctified it with His presence. That moment still teaches us the sacred art of simply being the ministry of presence. When words fall short, love can still stay Sometimes, all that is required of us is to sit silently with the wounded — to be there, to share Christ’s love and comfort without needing to speak. The ministry of presence is not about perfect words; it is about faithful nearness. It is what happens when we offer warmth, witness, and ground, becoming an anchor under another’s waves. 💡Reflection: Who around you may need the gift of your quiet nearness rather than your answers? 🤔 Can you let your heart be a shelter for another’s tears? 🤔 🎺 Affirmation: My silence can carry Christ’s comfort; my presence can become His embrace. 🙌Prayer: Lord, teach me to bring comfort without rushing to conclusions. Help me to honour another’s pain the way You honoured ours with presence, not performance. Lord, teach me to carry Your peace into other people’s pain. Let my silence be filled with Your presence, my patience with Your compassion and my stillness speak of Your steadfast love. May I become a quiet anchor in someone’s storm, reflecting Your steadfast love. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

For most of my life, I carried an invisible label: “mistake.” It wasn’t written in ink, but etched deep into my heart. Every failure, rejection, or silence seemed to underline it. I learned to overperform, overgive, and overthink — hoping that if I did enough, maybe I’d finally be enough.  Yet, somewhere in the quiet places where only God could reach, His love began to rewrite the script. He didn’t fix me by force; He healed me with truth. Slowly, tenderly, He began to whisper: “You were never a mistake. You were My idea.” 📖 “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you; before you were born I sanctified you.” — Jeremiah 1:5 (NKJV) There are days when the weight of “not enough” still presses hard — when comparison steals colour and my worth feels blurred at the edges. Yet in those moments, God’s voice comes through the people He’s placed in my life: You are already enough. There are days when the shadows of self-doubt creep in, whispering that you’re not enough, that your worth is somehow diminished. In those moments, pause. Breathe. Remind yourself of the truth that stands like an anchor: you are deeply loved, valued, and seen — not only by the people in your life who cherish you, but by the One who created you. When you feel unseen, know that there are those who see the goodness in you even when you struggle to see it in yourself. They love you, flaws and all. They treasure your kindness, your strength and your ability to bring light to others’ days. They see it, and they hold it dear. You do not have to perform, to strive, or to reach perfection to be worthy of this love. There are hearts that see the goodness in me even when I can’t. They see the quiet strength in perseverance, the warmth carried into every room, and the beauty in loving without fanfare. They see me, just as God does — fully known, fully loved. 📖 “I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore with lovingkindness I have drawn you.” — Jeremiah 31:3 (NKJV) On the days when your heart feels heavy, or when uncertainty clouds your view, whisper this truth back to yourself: I am loved. I am valued. I am enough. God Himself says so, and the people He has placed in your life echo that truth. Keep going, beloved soul. You matter far more than you know. The Lord delights in you, and His grace is sufficient even on your weakest days. Rest in His unfailing love and the quiet assurance that you’re already enough in His eyes. I don’t need to strive for perfection to be worthy of love. The One who formed me already delights in me. His truth silences every lie that says I must earn what was freely given. 🙌Prayer: Lord, thank You for rewriting the lies that once defined me. Teach me to see myself through Your eyes — chosen, cherished, and enough. When shame tries to speak louder, quiet it with Your truth, Lord, help me rest in the assurance that I am loved beyond measure. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Grief still comes in waves, but not so many tears anymore. I managed to finish Aunty Delice’s tribute video on Friday. Roland had offered to help, but when he saw what I’d created, he said it couldn’t have been done better. It felt more personal because my paintings formed the background — my heart woven through every frame. The overlay of tribute images during the moments I had to compose myself made it all the more authentic. It carried her essence and mine, woven together through brushstrokes and love. That felt like a quiet affirmation from heaven — a nudge that love’s labour, though tender, was enough. I’ve sent it off to Julaine for Friday’s memorial and shared all my photos with Uncle Rodney — a small act of honour that feels like closure. I served at the Restoring Families Seminar at Victory Convention Centre on Friday evening and all of Saturday. I got there early yesterday morning. “You’re the dancer!” the caterer said when she recognised me. “You should have flags — that creates the atmosphere,” she added. “Usually I do,” I replied, “but not all churches welcome them, so I left them in the car.” “We have some for the youth — I’ll get you some,” she said, and off she went, bringing a whole container full for me to use during worship. In that moment, I felt seen, validated in a way that reached deep into old fears of being “too much” or “out of place.” Worship flowed freely, unafraid. There was no guilt in the movement, only gratitude for the One who sets hearts and bodies free to dance before Him. 📖 “Now the Lord is the Spirit; and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.” — 2 Corinthians 3:17 (NKJV) I loved how the team presented the seminar — not through videos, but through their stories. Honest, redemptive, and real. It was lovely to hear more of their stories — who they are and what they’ve overcome. Their vulnerability made the message feel alive. Each testimony became a thread of healing that wove the message deeper into our hearts. We ended with a joyful team dinner at Grand Harbour Chinese Restaurant, laughter mingling with tired smiles. By the time I got home around 6:45 p.m., my body was weary but my spirit full. I went to bed by 10:30 p.m. At 1.26 a.m. a sharp cramp in my left calf jolted me awake — a strange, painful echo of the tension my body still holds. I rolled around for a while before finally hanging my leg off the side of the bed to ease the pain, praying, and eventually drifting back to sleep. This morning, another weird dream — fragments now lost to the wind. Still, I woke with a sense that the Holy Spirit stirring something new. Today, Clive and I visit Shiloh in our quest to get to know the churches around us. I sense the Lord repositioning us for what’s ahead, gently guiding us toward the next chapter — launching the Nexus Connect Learning & Community Hub in a neutral venue. The vision has never been tied to just one church. Our aim is to reach those who are in the gutters — the ones who won’t step into a church building because they’ve been so wounded by it. We want to create a safe space where people are loved back to life, healed through community and creativity, and then sent into surrounding churches to flourish again. It feels like He’s aligning pieces we can’t yet see, drawing us out of familiar patterns into something new. 📖 “The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and He delights in his way.” — Psalm 37:23 (NKJV) 💡Reflection: Where do you feel the Lord gently repositioning you in this season?🤔 What small moments of validation has He used to remind you that you are seen and free to worship as He created you to?🤔 How might grief be softening you, not breaking you, as He prepares you for what’s next?🤔 Prayer: Lord Jesus, thank You for meeting me in the in-between — between grief and grace, rest and readiness. Thank You for gentle reminders that You see me, You validate the gifts You’ve placed within me, and You are guiding our steps toward new ground. Let Your presence go before us as we seek where to plant, build, and serve. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Last night I had another strange dream. I don’t remember all the details, but one part stood out so vividly. I stumbled down a hill and found myself struggling to get back up. Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. When I looked back, I saw a huge monster truck coming down the road, with crowds of raging people at its sides. The road curved sharply at the bottom, making the truck’s descent feel even more threatening. Fear gripped me as I tried to get back on my feet to move out of the way. I ended up walking on my knees as fast as I could, desperate to find a safe place where I could rise again. Just as I turned the corner at the bottom, I woke up. As I sit with this dream, I sense its weight. Hills so often remind me of struggles or tests — those seasons when the climb feels impossible and my footing slips. The monster truck felt overwhelming, unstoppable, like the pressures and voices that sometimes barrel toward me in life. Yet even on my knees, I was still moving. I was still reaching for safety. I realise that the dream echoes something deeper: when life presses me down, my first posture is kneeling — a posture of humility, of prayer, of surrender. It’s not weakness; it’s strength. It’s the place where I find God’s refuge. 📖 "When I am afraid, I will trust in You." — Psalm 56:3 (NKJV) I love how even my subconscious seems to know: the safest place is with Him. My safe clearing at the bottom of the hill glowed with light. That is where I run into His presence. 💡Reflection: Where in my life right now do I feel like I’m stumbling down a hill?🤔 What “monster trucks” are pressing in, threatening to overwhelm me?🤔 What does my safe space with God look like in this season?🤔 How might my knees — in humility and prayer — actually be the ground where my strength is renewed?🤔 Today, I hold onto the truth that I am never safer than when I kneel in trust before Him. Even when fear looms behind me, His light goes before me. I am seen, carried, and sheltered in His love. 🙌Prayer: Lord, when pressures close in like unstoppable forces, remind me that even on my knees I can keep moving toward You. Teach me to see humility and surrender not as defeat, but as the doorway into safety and strength. Lead me into Your refuge and help me rise again in Your light. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

As my memorial scrapbook album has steadily grown over the years, I have found myself adding yet another page, another name, another story. Each addition carries weight, but the hardest ones to grieve are those I lost while they were still alive. Relationships that unravelled, hearts that grew distant, people who became unreachable long before death ever arrived. In many ways, death was only the second, more final goodbye. This is a grief not often spoken of: mourning the presence that remained physically but was gone in every other way. It is the sorrow of what could have been, compounded when death seals the unfinished chapters. These are the double griefs — losses that echo twice through the soul. 📖 “The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves such as have a contrite spirit.” — Psalm 34:18 (NKJV) Yet even here, I sense God’s nearness. He is not afraid of the complicated tears. He gathers both the grief of absence and the grief of unfinished stories into His hands. My scrapbook becomes more than a record of loss; it becomes a testimony of love, of presence once shared, and of His healing touch over my heart. Where grief lingers, His grace lingers longer. 💡Reflection: Which “living losses” still tug at my heart, and how can I bring them into God’s healing light?🤔 How might I use my scrapbook not only to remember, but to release each name into His care?🤔 If you are grieving today, whether the loss of presence through death or through life’s unravelling, know that your sorrow is seen. God does not dismiss the ache of double goodbyes. He draws close, holding both your memories and your heart in His everlasting arms. 🙌🏻Prayer: Father, You see the layers of my grief — the spoken goodbyes and the silent ones. Heal the places in me where I still mourn what was lost before life ended. Help me entrust each story to You, knowing that Your love is greater than death, distance, or brokenness. Thank You for being near to the broken-hearted and for weaving redemption even through my tears. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

There are photographs tucked into albums and frames that I now realise are the last with certain loved ones. At the time, they seemed so ordinary — a family gathering, a shared laugh, a quiet moment around a table. Yet now they hold a sacred weight, whispering, "This was the last time." Time with loved ones is precious. We cannot always know which smile, which touch, or which conversation will be the last. The ordinary becomes extraordinary in hindsight, and the photos capture more than faces; they capture presence, love, and belonging. 📖 "Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." — Psalm 90:12 (NKJV)  My heart aches with both gratitude and longing as I turn these pages. Gratitude that God gave me the gift of these people, these moments, these memories. Longing, because I wish I had savoured them even more while they were unfolding.  Yet, even here, grace flows. These photos remind me not of what I have lost, but of the love that was given. They are reminders of God’s faithfulness in surrounding me with relationships that reflect His heart. They are treasures of memory, echoes of eternity. 💡Reflection: Who in my life do I need to be more intentional about savouring time with?🤔 How can I live so that love, laughter, and faith become the legacy captured in my “ordinary” days?🤔 If you are holding a “last photo” today, may you also hold the comfort of knowing that love is never wasted. Each captured smile is a testimony of God’s goodness and a call to savour the sacred ordinary of today. 🙌Prayer: Lord, teach me to number my days rightly. Help me to pause in the busyness and savour the people You have placed around me. May I not wait until a photo becomes the “last” to treasure a moment. Let my presence, my love, and my words be a blessing to those I hold dear. Thank You for the gift of memory, of photographs, and of the love that outlives time. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

There is such a difference between being included and being considered. Inclusion says, “You can come.” Consideration says, “We thought of you when making the plan.” One checks a box; the other checks the heart. For much of my life, I have felt overlooked — sometimes not even included. That ache runs deep, because being left out speaks to the child within who longs to be seen, valued, and chosen. Yet even when I was included, it often felt like there was still a gap — the absence of true care, of being remembered in the details. Reading Anthony D Brice’s words struck me like a gentle light: to be considered is to be thought of with intention, with love. It means someone has already set a place at the table, already woven me into their plans, already seen my value without me needing to prove it. 📖 "Let each of you look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others." — Philippians 2:4 (NKJV) This Scripture reveals the heart of Jesus — He didn’t just include us; He considered us. Long before we asked, He planned redemption. Long before we felt the ache of loneliness, He promised His presence. To be considered is to be loved with foresight. 💡Reflection: Where in my life do I feel merely “included,” and where do I feel truly “considered”? 🤔 How is God inviting me to lean more deeply into places where I am seen, valued, and cherished?🤔 🌸 Closing thought: I no longer need to chase inclusion. I will sit only where I am seen, go only where I am valued, and remain only where I am considered. 🙌 Prayer: Lord Jesus, thank You that You have always considered me. You saw me before I was formed, You planned my days before I lived them, and You set a place for me at Your table. Heal the wounds of being overlooked and teach me to rest in the truth that I am chosen, valued, and remembered. Help me also to extend this same intentional love to others, not just including them, but truly considering them. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

There are words that stop you in your tracks because they name what your heart has long carried in silence. Steve De’lano Garcia’s words did that for me today.  "There is a rare breed of people who bet their whole heart and never ask for odds: they keep their word even when it hurts, they step into storms for the sake of someone else's sunshine, they give the last of their warmth to hands that may never hold them back; they walk the extra mile on blistered feet and still ask if you need a ride; they pour love into empty rooms and tuck hope into beds that have never learned their name, and when the echo does not answer, they do not grow smaller -they grow steadier; they stay kind in a world that profits from hard edges, they stay soft in a season that praises stone, and they pay a quiet price for it, again and again, with tears wiped in the dark and smiles set straight at dawn; yet even through the ache, they keep a small light for the day another rare heart appears- equally brave, equally loyal, equally willing to meet them in the deep; to the givers, the forgivers, the selfless lovers: keep being beautiful, guard your tenderness without burying it, let the cold world be cold and choose to be warm, take every small moment like a breath you mean to keep, and know this--your love is not wasted; it is a seed, and one day it will fall into hands that know how to grow it." It speaks of a rare breed of people who give their whole heart without asking for odds, who love when it hurts, who stay soft when the world demands stone. Reading it brought tears, because it resonated so deeply with my own journey. I have known what it feels like to pour warmth into empty rooms, to sow kindness into places where my name may never be remembered. I have known the ache of wiping tears in the dark and smiling at dawn, carrying the quiet price of love that costs without return. Yet in those very moments, I have also known the steadying hand of Jesus, the One who sees what others may never notice. 📖 "And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart." — Galatians 6:9 (NKJV) This verse reminds me that nothing given in love is ever wasted. Love is never lost; it is a seed. The soil may seem barren now, but God Himself is faithful to water and bring fruit in His time. Our tenderness, our loyalty, our willingness to keep loving in the face of rejection or silence — all of it matters to Him. 💡 Reflection: Where have you been sowing love that feels unseen? How might God be inviting you to trust Him with the unseen fruit? 🙏 Prayer: Lord, thank You for reminding me that love is never wasted. When the ache feels heavy and the cost of tenderness feels too much, steady my heart in You. Help me to guard my tenderness without burying it, to remain kind in a world that grows cold, and to trust that You are bringing a harvest in Your perfect time. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Lies may cover for a season, but they never remain hidden forever. Every mask worn, every betrayal carried out, every manipulation crafted leaves a mark, not just on the people wounded, but upon the soul of the one who weaves them. For a moment, deception might feel like safety, power, or advantage. Yet God sees, and nothing escapes His gaze. Shadows grow heavy, and the bridges burned today often spark the fires that will one day expose falsehood. You may deny, twist, or charm your way through stories, yet you cannot outrun truth. When it comes, it does not simply remove the mask — it reveals the wreckage left behind. So hide, if you must. Pretend, if you choose. But know this: no lie lives forever, and no cruelty goes unpaid. God is not mocked, and His timing is never late. Justice waits, patient yet certain. 📖 "For there is nothing hidden which will not be revealed, nor has anything been kept secret but that it should come to light." — Mark 4:22 (NKJV) 💡Reflection: Are there places in your life where truth is waiting to be spoken, yet fear has kept it silent?🤔 What would it look like to invite God’s light into that place today?🤔 '🙌🏻Prayer: Lord, thank You that You are truth and that You see all things clearly. Where I am tempted to hide or cover up, give me the courage to bring it into the light. Where I have been hurt by deception, bring healing and restore trust in Your goodness. Let my life be anchored in integrity, built not on shifting lies but on Your unshakable Word. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Obedience isn’t always radiant and full of rejoicing. Often, it comes cloaked in tears. It feels like death to our will, a burial of our pride, and a surrender of the comforts we cling to. It may look like leaving when your heart longs to stay, keeping silent when every fibre of your being burns to speak, or loosening your grasp on something you love deeply — not because you no longer care, but because God is asking you to trust Him for what lies beyond. Every act of obedience carries its own grief. Abraham’s heart surely ached as he lifted the knife over Isaac (Genesis 22). Moses gave up the splendour of Pharaoh’s palace to walk with a complaining people in a barren desert (Exodus 3–4). And Jesus, in Gethsemane, with sweat like drops of blood falling to the ground, still whispered: 📖 “Not My will, but Yours be done.” — Luke 22:42 (NKJV) Obedience can feel like loss. Yet each surrender opens the door to God’s glory. Each relinquishing becomes the soil where new life rises. What feels like ashes in your hands can become the canvas where God writes His beauty across tear-stained skies. Jesus reminds us: 📖 “Blessed rather are those who hear the word of God and obey it.” — Luke 11:28 (NKJV) So if your obedience feels like grief today, take heart. God is not taking something from you — He is leading you to something greater. Obedience may hurt, but it also heals. It may cost, but it also crowns. One of my biggest areas of struggle with obedience is the call to prayer in the early hours of the morning. It’s as though the Holy Spirit gently stirs my heart while the world still sleeps, inviting me into the quiet, sacred space where heaven whispers. Yet my body resists, longing for the comfort of blankets and the stillness of rest. There’s a grief in that tug of war — between spirit and flesh, longing and lethargy. The call to rise feels heavy, and yet, every time I choose to answer, I’m met with a Presence so tender, it’s as if dawn itself bows in reverence. In those early hours, before the noise of the day intrudes, His voice is clearest. It’s not about performance or perfection; it’s about communion — the deep heart exchange that can only happen in stillness. 📖 “O God, You are my God; early will I seek You; my soul thirsts for You; my flesh longs for You in a dry and thirsty land where there is no water.” — Psalm 63:1 (NKJV) Obedience in these moments feels like dying to comfort so that I might awaken to glory. It is costly, but it carries the fragrance of love — a quiet yes whispered in the dark, trusting that what He has to say is worth the sacrifice of sleep. Let’s face it, who wants to be up between 3 and 5 a.m. when everyone else is sleeping — especially in winter, when it’s so much warmer and cosier under the covers? Yet even in that reluctance, there’s an invitation. However, when I rise, weary but willing, I find strength not my own. His presence wraps around me like dawn light, and the grief of obedience becomes the grace of encounter. 💡 Reflection:  What area of obedience feels most costly to you right now? How might God be inviting you to trust that His presence will meet you there? 🙌🏻 Prayer: Lord, teach me to embrace the hidden beauty of obedience, even when it feels like loss. When You call in the quiet hours, help me to respond with love, not reluctance. Let every sacrifice of sleep become a seed of intimacy, and every act of surrender a song of trust. May my heart rise to meet Yours in the stillness. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

The enemy knows that if he can trap us in our emotions, he can blur our vision and derail our obedience. Offence, fear, and insecurity are his subtle tools to cloud our sight. He whispers lies, magnifies hurts, and stirs up comparisons, all so we would walk in circles instead of stepping forward into the calling God has set before us. Emotions themselves are not wrong. God created us with feelings — they are like colours on the palette of the soul. They allow us to experience joy, sorrow, compassion, grief, and delight. Yet, when feelings take the lead, they can become stormy waves that toss us to and fro. Cloudy emotions, if left unchecked, delay obedience and dim the clarity of God’s direction. 📖 "For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, these are sons of God." — Romans 8:14 (NKJV) We were never called to be driven by feelings. We are called to be led by the Holy Spirit. To live Spirit-led means acknowledging our emotions, but not bowing to them as masters. It means learning to express them righteously, anger without sin, grief with hope, joy with humility, love with purity. When surrendered to God, even our deepest emotions can become vessels of grace. Tears become intercession. Anger becomes fuel for justice. Fear becomes an invitation to trust. Joy becomes strength.   💡Reflection: Where have I allowed feelings to cloud my obedience to God’s voice?🤔 How can I acknowledge my emotions honestly while inviting the Holy Spirit to lead me?🤔 What practical step can I take today to move from being led by feelings to being led by the Spirit?🤔 🙌🏻Prayer: Holy Spirit, thank You for the gift of emotions. Teach me to express them in ways that honour You. Guard my heart from being ruled by offence, fear, or insecurity. Lead me in truth, clarity, and love. Please help me to walk by faith, not by sight, and by Spirit, not by feelings. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Today, the tears I’d been holding back finally came. It happened as I read Uncle Rodney’s post — his tender words about Aunty Delice’s final days on earth. The story of their last reading together, Psalm 91 — her favourite psalm — undid me. They were reading the very words that had anchored her faith for decades when she fell silent and slipped toward eternity. There is something achingly beautiful about that image: two souls wrapped in prayer, dwelling “in the secret place of the Most High,” until one is called home. 📖 “He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge.” — Psalm 91:4 (NKJV) Uncle Rodney’s letter carried both the ache of absence and the glow of gratitude. After fifty-seven years of shared life, love, and ministry, his words reflected the strength of covenant — love that endures storms, children, decades, and even the veil between earth and heaven. Reading his tribute stirred something deep within me — a remembering of how Aunty Delice stepped in with grace and generosity to take up my mother’s responsibilities during my wedding and for my family. Her care was steady, practical, and full of love. She sewed my wedding dress, baked our cake, and wrapped every detail with the kind of tenderness that speaks louder than words. Her life was the sermon that showed me what love in action looks like. I wept because her story mirrors my values — faith, family, service, compassion — the very things she helped awaken in me. I wept because the kind of love she lived doesn’t end; it multiplies. It seeps into generations and echoes in our own tenderness toward others. 📖 “Here is the one thing I crave from God, the one thing I seek above all else: to live my life so close to Him that He takes pleasure in my every prayer.” — Psalm 27:4 (Passion Paraphrase) That was her daily prayer — and now it’s her answered one. 💡Reflection: Whose faith has shaped yours, and how might you honour their legacy by the way you love and serve today?🤔 🙌🏻Prayer: Lord, thank You for Aunty Delice’s legacy of love and devotion. Thank You for the way her faith shaped generations. Help me to live as she did — unhurried in love, unwavering in faith, and unafraid of surrender. Let her example draw me closer to You each day, until the moment faith becomes sight. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Some costs are hidden until they begin to gnaw at your soul. Prestige, recognition, or opportunity may look radiant on the outside, yet if it requires you to betray your God-given values, the price is too high. Peace is fragile when fear is driving your decisions. Yielding to fear of loss can push you to say “yes” where your spirit is whispering “no.” To comply for appearances is to trade away the very treasure Christ has entrusted to you — His peace. 📖 "Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." — John 14:27 (NKJV) 💡Reflection: Where have I felt pressured to compromise my values for the sake of approval or opportunity?🤔 What situations rob me of peace, and how can I invite God’s guidance into those places?🤔 How might I practise courage by saying “no” when something dishonours my faith, integrity, or calling?  ✨ May you never trade the calm waters of your soul for the crashing waves of false success. You are seen, held, and guided by the One who calls you His beloved. 🙌Prayer: Lord Jesus, thank You for the gift of Your peace that guards my heart and mind. Help me to recognise when something is too costly for my soul, no matter how prestigious it looks. Strengthen me to stand firm in my values, to choose integrity over fear, and to rest in the assurance that Your way leads to life. Let me measure success not by worldly standards but by faithfulness to You. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

The spirit of Jezebel wreaks havoc among the nations because the spirit of Ahab has caused good men to cower in apathy and say nothing. Jezebel thrives where Ahab abdicates. Her manipulation finds fuel in silence; her intimidation grows strong where courage has gone weak. In Scripture, Ahab was king, but his crown held little weight because he surrendered his authority. Jezebel filled the vacuum, murdering prophets, silencing truth, and twisting justice. Yet God raised up Elijah—a voice that did not bow, a prophet who dared to confront lies with holy fire. 📖 "And so it was, while Jezebel massacred the prophets of the Lord, that Obadiah had taken one hundred prophets and hidden them…" — 1 Kings 18:4 (NKJV) There are times when we, as followers of Christ, will be called upon to stand up with a holy ‘NO!’ in the face of evil and injustice. We are called to be obedient to Truth, not compliant to lies. Silence in the face of evil is in itself evil. God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act. 📖 "For if you remain completely silent at this time, relief and deliverance will arise for the Jews from another place, but you and your father’s house will perish. Yet who knows whether you have come to the kingdom for such a time as this?” — Esther 4:14 (NKJV) As Archbishop Desmond Tutu said: “If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse, and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.”  Today, the same spirit seeks to muzzle God’s people, but silence is agreement, and apathy is partnership with destruction. The call of Elijah still resounds: will we bow, or will we stand?🤔 Meowing time is over. It is time to roar with holy boldness, to rise as the lion-hearted people of God, declaring His truth with love and courage. We are not the Lion, but it has fallen on us to release His ROAR into the earth. Let us choose courage over comfort. Let us rise with truth, love, and holy boldness, knowing that our God still answers by fire. Reflection: Where have I remained silent when God was calling me to speak truth?🤔 Am I willing to trade comfort for courage, even if it costs relationships or reputation?🤔 How can I prepare my heart to be an Elijah voice in my generation?🤔 Prayer Heavenly Father, forgive me for the times I’ve bowed to fear or stayed silent when You called me to speak. Strengthen me with holy courage to stand for truth, to resist manipulation, and to walk in integrity. May my life echo Elijah’s cry — that You alone are God. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

📖 "His lord said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant; you were faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your lord.’" — Matthew 25:21 (NKJV) Beloved heart, God is speaking a tender yet powerful word over you today: "You have been faithful in the small things, and now I am trusting you with more. I have seen how you kept a good attitude, even when it was hard. I have watched you bless others while you were waiting on your own blessing. Now get ready: increase is coming. I am releasing new opportunities, new influence, and new resources. People who did not notice you before are going to seek you out. Doors you could not open are going to fly wide open. What you have prayed for in private, I will reward you with in public. Keep believing — it is all coming together!" Let these words settle deep into your spirit. God notices every quiet act of obedience and every hidden prayer. He treasures the unseen seasons where you served faithfully, often without recognition. Nothing has been wasted. 💡Reflection: Where have you been faithful in the small things, even when no one saw?🤔 Which private prayers are you still holding before the Lord?🤔 How might you prepare your heart for the new doors He is about to open?🤔 💖 May today’s assurance give you courage to keep trusting. The God who sees in secret is bringing everything together in His perfect time. 🎨Creative Prompt: Take a blank page and draw or paint a door flung wide, golden light pouring through. Around the doorway, write or illustrate the prayers and promises you are believing God to fulfil. 🙌Prayer of Faithfulness and Increase Heavenly Father, Thank You that my life is anchored in You — my foundation, my strength, my joy. You see the small acts of obedience, the quiet prayers whispered in the dark, and the moments when love, kindness, and courage were chosen over ease. Lord, I bring my faith and spirituality before You, asking that it always remain my highest priority. Let every act of service, every creative offering, and every relationship I nurture be an overflow of Your love. May my compassion for others mirror the compassion of Christ. Father, where I have walked faithfully in hidden places, I trust Your promise that increase is coming. Release opportunities that align with my calling, doors that no man can shut, and resources that bring healing and hope to the broken-hearted. Keep my heart pure with integrity and generosity, so that when favour comes, it glorifies You and not me. Teach me balance and rest, that I may serve with strength and joy. Give me courage to stand against injustice and freedom to live authentically in Your truth. May beauty and creativity in my life always point to Your glory, and may my greatest achievement be measured by lives touched with Your love. I surrender my plans to You, Lord. Let Your will be done, and may my story shine with the radiant seams of Your grace. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

"A soul that carries compassion is a soul that has walked through fire and chose not to become flame; it learned the weight of grief so it could lift it from others. Its scars are not warnings but seams, stronger where it was torn, proof that tenderness can be engineered from ruin. It knows that gentleness is disciplined strength, that boundaries are a form of care, and that listening is a shelter built from nights when no one came. It does not forget the dark; it uses it as a lantern, turning pain into sight and sight into mercy, so others can find their way back to themselves." Empathy is precious. It allows us to notice, to feel with another. Yet empathy by itself can remain passive, a learned behaviour of acknowledgement without movement. Compassion, however, is empathy clothed in action. It is experience that moves us beyond understanding into tangible love — to bind wounds, to meet needs, to restore hope. When Jesus walked this earth, He did not stop at empathy. The Gospels tell us He was moved with compassion, and every time compassion stirred His heart, something changed. The blind received sight, the hungry were fed, the grieving were comforted, and the lost were found. Compassion became the doorway for miracles. 📖 "But when He saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion for them, because they were weary and scattered, like sheep having no shepherd." — Matthew 9:36 (NKJV) Empathy is praying for the hungry, but compassion will give them something to eat. Jesus modelled this when He told His disciples: 📖 "But Jesus said to them, 'They do not need to go away. You give them something to eat.'" — Matthew 14:16 (NKJV This is the invitation for us too — to let our scars become seams of strength, to let our past darkness become lanterns of mercy, and to let empathy grow into compassion that acts. It is in those holy moments of action that Christ’s love shines brightest, turning ruins into restoration. 💡Prayer: Lord Jesus, teach me not only to feel the weight of another’s sorrow but to step into their need with compassion. May my scars become testimony, my past pain a lantern, and my heart a vessel for Your miracles of love. Move me beyond sentiment into service, beyond empathy into compassion. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

I read today that butterflies rest when it rains, because the drops can damage their wings. How fragile, and yet how wise — they wait until the skies clear before they take to the air again. This week, I too rested. I didn’t serve at Elijah House, and at first it felt uncomfortable. Guilt whispered that I was letting others down. Yet the Holy Spirit’s gentle prompting was unmistakable: be still, pause, breathe. I am grateful I listened. Rest is not weakness, it is obedience. Even Jesus withdrew to quiet places to pray and be renewed. 📖 "Come to Me, all you who labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." — Matthew 11:28 (NKJV) Storms pass, and when they do, butterflies rise again on wings unbroken. I believe I will too. 💡 Reflection: Where is God inviting me to lay down my striving and rest in His love?🤔 🙏 Prayer: Lord Jesus, thank You for reminding me that even in the storms, I am safe in Your care. Teach me to rest without guilt, knowing that You restore my strength in stillness. May I rise again, renewed, when the time is right. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Some friends feel like home. Not because they fix or rescue us, but because they never demand that we be anything other than ourselves. With them, silence feels safe, weakness isn’t judged, and even in our messiest moments, we are still chosen. That kind of love is rare. It is holy ground. On Friday, Rose and Harry sat across from me at lunch. Rose’s hands carried two gifts: a scented candle, and a card that reached deep into my heart. Inside were these words: *“Dear Trixi, Thank you for your dedicated service in ministry, the ways which enrich our church. Your selfless acts of service: Elijah House Prayer Ministry, Healing Courses, Painting Lessons, Worship. Your leadership and teaching help and inspire me to grow in my faith. Your love, care, and support create a nurturing place in our church. Thank you for being a true friend to me and all. You…are more than enough. We are blessed to have you! Blessings, Love from Rose 25/09/2025”* Then today, as we got home from church, Caroline arrived unexpectedly, pressing into my hands a little box of home-baked cookies with a note: “Thinking of you my lovely friend. Love, Caroline.” Such gestures catch me off guard. I’m not used to kindness arriving so gently and freely. I’m still learning how to receive without feeling like I need to earn. 📖 "Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights." — James 1:17 (NKJV) These small acts of kindness are not small at all. They are God’s reminders that love is alive and tangible, often wrapped in simple offerings — a card, a candle, a cookie. Each one carries a whisper from Heaven: You are more than enough. You are loved, not for what you do, but for who you are. 🙌A prayer: Lord Jesus, thank You for the gift of friends who carry Your heart. Teach me to receive kindness with humility and joy, without fear or striving. Help me to hold these moments as reminders of Your unfailing love. May I also be one who offers warmth, light, and nourishment to others. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Testifying isn’t something we do because we are amazing Christians. It isn’t a performance or proof of perfection. It flows from the faith we hold close to our hearts, the unshakable knowing that Jesus is the only way we made it through difficult days. Without Him, we would not have survived. When doubt rises and struggles weigh heavily, silence often tempts us. We shrink back, still and lifeless, like a body without breath. That is what the enemy longs for — to quench the flame of the Holy Spirit, to hush the living witness within us. Yet faith is not meant to be buried. When you feel it stirring, when you sense His life springing up in you, speak. 📖 "And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony, and they did not love their lives to the death." — Revelation 12:11 (NKJV) Testifying is courage in action. It is not about eloquence but obedience. Each time you declare what you believe, you anchor yourself again on Christ, the Rock. Faith becomes the foundation of your works, love flows outward in service, and your story becomes a beacon of hope for others stumbling in the dark. Your voice matters because it carries the witness of His light. 💡Reflection: Where have you allowed silence to smother your testimony?🤔 What story of God’s faithfulness do you need to speak out loud today?🤔 How can honesty, even when costly, become an act of love in your relationships?🤔 🙌🏻Prayer: Lord Jesus, thank You for the gift of testimony and the courage You provide to speak truth with love. Forgive me when fear or doubt keeps me quiet. Stir faith within me and let my words carry Your light to those who are weary. May my life be a witness that glorifies You in all things. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

I recently came across a metaphor that stopped me in my tracks. Both buffalo and cows can sense when a storm is coming. The cows, in their panic, run away from it. Yet the storm inevitably catches them, and because they keep running, they remain in it far longer — weary, drenched, and battered. The buffalo, on the other hand, charge directly into the storm. Terrifying at first, yes, but they reach the other side quicker, emerging rested and nourished, able to enjoy the green pastures watered by the rain. It made me think about trauma. How often do we live like the cows, running from our pain, our memories, our fears? In doing so, we stay in the storm longer than we need to. Avoidance feels easier in the moment, but it prolongs the shame, the guilt, and the exhaustion. Healing comes when we stop running away. The way of the buffalo calls for courage. It mirrors the life of faith. To walk through the storm means to face the grief, to let the tears fall, to sit with the memories that ache. Yet in that brave choice, healing comes swifter, because Jesus meets us in the middle of the tempest. 📖 "When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, nor shall the flame scorch you." — Isaiah 43:2 (NKJV) I don’t want to raise a generation of cows — running endlessly, weary beneath storms they were never meant to carry so long. I long for a generation of buffalo, who know that facing the storm with Jesus leads to peace, strength, and new life on the other side. 💡 Reflection: Think about a storm you may be facing right now. Are you running from it, trying to avoid the pain, or are you willing to face it with Jesus by your side?🤔 What fears surface when you consider walking into the storm rather than away from it?🤔 How have past “storms” shaped you — did avoidance prolong them, or did courage quicken healing?🤔 What would it look like to trust God in the midst of this present storm?🤔 Take a few quiet moments to journal your answers. Invite Holy Spirit to whisper His perspective. Remember, you are not alone. He walks with you through every downpour, leading you to peace on the other side. 📖 "Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." — John 14:27 (NKJV) ✍️ Journaling Prompts: Facing the Storm with Courage Name the Storm What storm are you currently sensing in your life — whether it’s grief, fear, shame, or uncertainty?🤔 Write it down honestly, without judgement. Buffalo or Cow?🤔 When storms come, do you tend to run away (like the cow), or face them head-on (like the buffalo)?🤔 Describe a time when you did each. What was the outcome?🤔 The First Step Facing the storm begins with one brave step. What small act of courage could you take today that would help you walk through your storm with Jesus?🤔 The Aftermath Think of a past storm you’ve endured. How did God use that season to bring new life, growth, or blessing?🤔 Write about the “green pastures” that followed. God’s Presence in the Tempest In what ways have you experienced Jesus walking with you in difficult times?🤔 How could you remind yourself of His nearness in the storm you face now?🤔 Generational Courage What legacy do you want to leave for your children, grandchildren, or spiritual sons and daughters?🤔 How can you model the courage of the buffalo in a way that invites them to do the same?🤔 📖 "Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you." — Deuteronomy 31:6 (NKJV) 🙌 Prayer: Lord Jesus, give me the courage of the buffalo. Teach me not to run away from the storms of life, but to walk through them with You. Hold my hand when fear rises, and remind me that Your presence is my shelter and my peace. May I model bravery, honesty, and faith for those who come after me. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.