A gentle relocation of words, healing, and holy remembrance There are moments in life when a shift feels small on the outside, yet deeply significant within. This is one of those moments. For some time now, This Is My Story has lived under Trixi’s Creations. It has been a beautiful home, a place where creativity and testimony met on the same page. Yet as the journey has unfolded, it has become clear that these reflections carry something even more personal. They hold memory.

A personal testimony of walking in victory over depression, held by faith, truth, and gentle restoration I went from surviving in silence to walking in quiet, anchored victory. Seven years on, I stand as living testimony to God’s gentle intervention and sustaining grace. Depression is something I speak about with tenderness, because it is not theoretical for me. It is a valley I have walked through slowly and honestly, and by the grace of God, I no longer live there. Fo

A sacred reflection on faith, healing, courage, and the quiet victories that carried me through As the final hours of 2025 settle gently into stillness, I pause, not to rush into what is next, but to honour what has been. This year did not arrive with loud triumphs or easy resolutions. It unfolded slowly, faithfully, often quietly, like a tapestry woven thread by thread in places only God and I could see. 2025 was not a year of avoidance. It was a year of facing. Facing truth

A prophetic blessing of freedom and childlike delight Not long ago, a prophetic word was spoken over me. It began with something as simple as the pattern on my top — but what was seen looked like wings. Eagle’s wings. Immediately, the Lord began to speak through that picture: “You will rise up on eagle’s wings.” 📖 “But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not fa

There’s a billboard I came across recently. It said: “If your art helped you survive something… it’s already a masterpiece.” And I paused. Held my breath. Let the truth of it settle in my chest like a long-lost friend. Because I know exactly what that means. You see, there was a moment — years ago now — when I picked up a pencil not because I felt inspired, but because I was given an assignment and didn’t know how else to breathe. I didn’t call myself an artist then. I was

We often see failure as something final — a sign that we weren’t good enough, strong enough, or worthy enough. But what if failure was never meant to break you? 🤔 What if it was your First Attempt In Learning — the fertile ground where roots of resilience, self-awareness, and divine wisdom begin to grow? 🤔 I recently stumbled on this image that tells a quiet truth we often forget: Each part of FAILURE becomes a step forward. ✨ F — FALL You stumble. You hit the ground. And

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

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” — Ephesians 2:10 (NIV) There’s something sacred about discovering your why — that quiet, unwavering sense of purpose woven into your very being. When it finally surfaces, often through life’s trials and tenderness, it illuminates everything. Suddenly, the mundane moments are no longer meaningless. They become holy ground — essential steps along a path God laid

Last month, I stepped out in faith and pitched to become a leader within the Speakers Tribe. I'm both humbled and excited to share that I’ve been accepted into this new chapter — and with it comes my first challenge: to share a video on the power of saying yes. It’s amazing what doors begin to open when we dare to say yes — not just to opportunities, but to growth, to courage, and to the unknown paths where our purpose awaits. Curious to know more? Head over to my ‘This i

My Journey to Finding my Voice at Speakers Institute Bootcamp For decades, fear of failure and rejection kept me trapped in a cycle of...

New post in "This is My Story". My heart aches every time I hear someone say: "I can't sing!" "I can't dance!" "I can't draw!" "I can't paint!" "I can't write!" "I can't speak!" "I'm not creative!" You see, I, too, had buried my fear of failure and rejection under this mountain of LIES until the Lord took me on a journey of profound healing, restoration, and transformation. Creativity has always been a part of who I am, but it took years for me to fully embrace it. In I'm C

Change is never easy, but it’s one of those inevitable forces that shapes us in ways we can’t always predict. Change is difficult, not because we lack the ability, but because our emotions are so convincing. Over the last few months, I’ve come to embrace it, even when it felt uncomfortable because I’ve learned something important: growth often happens when we step out of what feels familiar. This morning, I spent time packing up Elias’ bookshelves in preparation for his move

In my quest for learning & personal growth, I've embarked on John Maxwell's 30-Day Growth Plan course. Be bold, he says & to ensure accountability, post it on social media or text your thoughts to a friend or mentor. Keep in mind, that a shared commitment becomes a strong commitment. So here are Day 1 reflections... What keeps you from being authentic with others?🤔 The risk of being rejected, ridiculed, or criticised. I know that my fear of rejection, ridicule, and critici

For the past two years, serving on the sound desk, in the kitchen and as intercessor, alongside the incredible Elijah House team during school holidays has been a true honor and highlight of my term. This week was another profoundly uplifting experience, filled with opportunities to witness the Holy Spirit's transformative inner healing work. From 9 AM to 5 PM daily, we gathered as a family, absorbing Sandra's enlightening lessons on how trauma impacts us and how to pursue fr

Now, here's a first in about 3 decades. I think my brother will be happy to know that I have finally tried my hand at poetry again. The painting is an art class project that would have landed in the trash can had our teacher not managed to fix up the nose I had so badly messed up. Imagine, if you will, oh, just think for a moment of a life without the masks that we use to hide all the pain inside. How awesome to break away from the facade of success and drivenness that

Psalms 61:1-3 NLT[1] O God, listen to my cry! Hear my prayer! [2] From the ends of the earth, I cry to you for help when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the towering rock of safety, [3] for you are my safe refuge, a fortress where my enemies cannot reach me. Today, my heart feels heavy, my spirit is weighed down by sadness & I've cried a lot. The pain of betrayal cuts deep, because it always comes from those we love and trust. The responder in me gives my heart, whether p

What's on your mind Facebook asks... Conference for 250 people... the biggest I've ever organised is our wedding & anniversary dinner for 50. The enormity of it all really hit home last week when we went to view the venues. That's a huge space & LOT of people for someone with a lifelong struggle with social anxiety. Will I sink or swim?🤔 You know that moment when you don't know what you're doing & you think you're going to mess it all up & are feeling totally of control?

🎼🎶This song in my heart❤️, this song in my soul, this song I was born to sing🎤, it's Your song🎸 of freedom. Now I'm free to dance💃 again!🎵 🎶I'll sing🎤 in the darkness, I'll laugh🤣 in the rain, rejoice in Your love💞 again. It's Your song🎸 of freedom, now I'm free to dance💃 again!🎶 🎊🥳🎉 Mourning into Dancing Clive & I spent some time away in New Plymouth this week, for a little bit of rest & reprieve. A whole 373km travelling, that would have taken us maybe 4 h

I stumbled across this post on my LinkedIn feed on Thursday morning & it seriously rattled my cage...😢🤔I can still feel the tightness on my chest as I process... Over the years I've come to believe some very strong foundational lies in the area of creative things I believed I can't do: 1. I can't sing! 2. I can't dance! 3. I can't draw! 4. I can't paint! 5. I can't write! 6. I can't teach! 7. I can't speak publicly! In reality, though they are all rooted in FEAR &