Twelve years on the other side of goodbye 📖 "He brought me out into a broad place; He delivered me because He delighted in me." — Psalm 18:19 (NKJV) Twelve years ago, at forty-four, I said farewell to everything I knew. I packed up a life, relationships, the familiar corners of a world that had shaped me, and stepped — with more faith than certainty — toward a country I barely knew, called by something I couldn't fully name. New Zealand. A new beginning. That's what I told m

How healing reshaped my understanding of success and influence 🕯️ There are books you read for insight, and there are books that read you. In May 2024, when I first read Leading from the Stop by Elias Kanaris, I expected leadership wisdom. I did not expect holy unravelling. Yet by the time I reached the final pages, three simple statements had reached far deeper than strategy or performance: You’re not in trouble. We believe in you. We’re here to help. They were not loud. Th

Shame is a thief. It creeps into the hidden places of our hearts, whispering lies that sound like truth. It doesn’t live in the realm of logic, because shame is not about reason. It lives in the shadows of the amygdala, where fear and survival reside. Guilt says, “I made a mistake.” Shame says, “I am a mistake.” When I first encountered the Loved, Chosen & Free seminar in May 2020, I discovered that my whole life had been shame-based. That realisation was confronting, but it

The Missing Piece in Our Health Journey Many of us know the frustration of living with chronic illness. We face unexplained symptoms, receive diagnoses with no apparent cure, and often discover that, for all its incredible value, modern medicine does not always offer answers or cures. We pray for healing and follow doctors' orders, yet the sickness lingers, urging us to wonder what we might be missing. Dr Henry Wright's life work reveals a profound truth: there is an often-ov

It’s an honour and a privilege to serve you. Whether you know me through art, healing gatherings, or a quiet moment of prayer – thank you for being here. I’ve been reflecting lately on the power of saying yes to leadership. Not the loud, polished kind. But the sacred, surrendered kind – the kind that whispers, “Here I am, Lord, use me.” Because the truth is, I didn’t say yes out of confidence. I said yes out of surrender. My journey into leadership didn’t begin with a platfor

The unseen inheritance of spiritual compromise When my husband and I chose our wedding date — 31 October 1992 — we were very intentional. We wanted a day unshared by birthdays or other special events, a date that would belong solely to us. Back then, Halloween hadn’t yet reached South African shores, so the idea of our anniversary clashing with it never crossed our minds. Three decades later, it still grieves me that this day, sacred to us as a celebration of covenant love, i

Learning to ask without fear, and to receive without shame Love to me has always been spelt T.I.M.E. first, affirmation next and then touch. However, due to trauma of neglect, I had decided very early in life that I wouldn't need any of them, leaving me with a double-bind — the longing for what God designed me to need, and the vow made in the ache of neglect to deny those very needs. 📖 "It is not good that man should be alone." — Genesis 2:18 (NKJV) Even from the very begi

Healing the Legacy of Withheld Affection There are some wounds we don’t have words for until much later in life. They begin as moments of silence — unanswered questions, unmet glances, unnoticed tears. They look like withdrawal, or “being strong,” or staying quiet so that we won’t be a burden. But underneath, they whisper a message many of us have carried far too long: You’re not worth holding. You see, in 1934, Johanna Haarer published a book called The German Mother and H

There’s a quiet moment I return to often — one I didn’t expect to hold so much weight. It wasn’t dramatic. Just a regular Tuesday, maybe. I was sitting at my table, brush in hand, heart aching. The kind of ache that doesn’t always have words — just a heaviness that sits in the chest like wet clay. In that stillness, God met me. Not in a loud voice or a quick fix, but in something slower… gentler. In the swirl of colour. In the silence. In the way the paint moved across the ca

I used to think procrastination meant I was broken. Weak-willed. Lazy, even. That’s what the world told me. That if I just had more discipline or better time management, I’d be fine. But that was never the whole truth. Because underneath my delay wasn’t disinterest. It was dread. The kind of dread that whispers, What if it’s not good enough? 🤔 What if I fail? 🤔 What if they see right through me? 🤔 The task could be as small as replying to an email or as sacred as starti

I asked ChatGPT: Based on everything you've seen me write, post on and what you know about me, what belief do I repeat that sounds empowering... but might secretly be sabotaging me? This was its reply: Oof, that’s a powerful question. Reading between the lines of what you’ve shared and the way you express yourself—with deep passion, heart-led purpose, and a desire to serve through creativity and connection—I’d say one empowering-sounding belief that might have a shadow side

The words 'I AM...' carry immense significance in shaping our identities and perceptions. Uncover the truth behind your self-statements and their impact on your professional journey Be mindful of what you attach to "I am..." in your statements. Some of the most deeply ingrained lies we believe about ourselves are hidden within these very words. "I AM..." is a declaration of identity—yet, all too often, we confuse our temporary emotions with who we truly are. When we say

This year has been extraordinary—marked by growth, breakthroughs, and deep healing. It was a season when I stepped into spaces I once thought were impossible. This hasn’t been a path I’ve walked alone, and my heart overflows with gratitude for those who have stood by me, encouraged me, and lifted me up along the way. Today, we gathered family, friends, and community to celebrate – not just another birthday but six years of new life and victory in Christ. It was a moment to

I received an email in my work mailbox that was addressed to Prue, a name I hadn't heard, mentioned, or even thought of in about 28 years. Coincidentally that's the name of my then 40-year old spinster office manager, who was very angry because I was pregnant 6 weeks into my new job because during my interview, I admitted we weren't planning having children yet. But then I found out I was pregnant right after getting back from unpaid leave for a wedding in Cape Town. One we

All of us are on a journey of becoming more like Christ; a journey of discovery - who we really are, what we've been called to. We're...