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 i

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

A gentle unpeeling: discovering the canvas God painted before the world began For decades, I believed I was an introvert. I wore the label of “shy,” carrying social anxiety like an invisible cloak. It felt like part of my personality — something permanent. Yet one day, I heard a statement that stopped me in my tracks: “If you’re painfully shy, it would behove you to ask the Holy Spirit if that is an inner healing issue.” So I asked. Holy Spirit, in His gentleness, began to pe

I never thought art could be a sanctuary until I found myself drowning in a sea of emotions I couldn’t quite name. Have you ever felt that way? 🤔Like your heart is carrying a weight too heavy to bear, but words just don’t cut it? 🤔That’s where healing through creative arts stepped in for me. It wasn’t just about painting or drawing; it was about unlocking a part of myself I didn’t know needed saving. Why Healing Through Creative Arts Matters When life gets messy, sometimes

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

When passivity opens the door, destruction walks in Throughout history, the story of Ahab and Jezebel has echoed like a warning bell for every generation. Ahab, though king, abdicated his God-given responsibility to lead with courage and integrity. His silence and passivity opened the door for Jezebel’s manipulation, intimidation, and destruction to wreak havoc on the nation. 📖 “And so it was, while Jezebel massacred the prophets of the Lord, that Obadiah had taken one hundr