It’s Such… Such a Horrid Day

It’s Such… Such a Horrid Day

It’s such… such a perfect day…

I listened to this song somewhat dreamily as I drove to work under a stodgy blanket of grey clouds. The day itself seemed grey. The tarmac on which I drove, the sand bars along the side of the road, other cars racing past, concrete bridges whizzing overhead… all grey. Only the grass remained green and against all this grey, it looked like wild neon flailing in the wind.

As it goes on grey days, my thoughts turned introspective and quiet. What is a perfect day, Chris Martin? What are you singing about? When last did you have such… such a perfect day? Your song sounds so ethereal, I wonder if you really have had a perfect day… ever? Read more

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God & Perfection: Is it really what we think it is?

God & Perfection: Is it really what we think it is?

I was recently posed with the question by a bit of a deep thinker that I’ve had opportunity to have long discussions with. The question was: Is God actually perfect, or did he make a mistake by giving us all that free will?

On the surface, claiming that God is not perfect is a big statement. And it bothered me a lot. It kept me awake that night, and many nights that followed. Read more

When You Give a Coke, and Receive Inspiration

When You Give a Coke, and Receive Inspiration

Let me tell you a story…

The other day, I popped into a local store for some basic groceries, a small Spar centre that I frequent regularly enough to know the staff and even a few of the car guards* in the parking lot.

*Dear international readers: In South Africa, we have “car guards” at our shopping centres. They’re a lot like this: Read more

Half-Living Life From Under The Rug & Why It Sucks

Half-Living Life From Under The Rug & Why It Sucks

What My Toddler Taught Me About Courage…

We attended a family birthday shindig recently, held at a kid’s party venue on the outskirts of the city. You know the type: a large outdoor garden, with a giant jungle gym, monkey bars, cricket pitch and plastic motorbikes strewn across a miniature race track.

It was a wonderful morning. Overcast, but not cool. About twenty young children showed up, and it was one screaming, messy, sugar-fueled blowout. Phew! Read more

The Power behind the Ten Year Question

The Power behind the Ten Year Question

Each morning I endure, on average, an hour and half to two hours of traffic en route to work. That’s one way. As you can imagine, it offers me excessive amounts of time to think, listen to sermons, or drown my sorrows. (in music, for heaven’s sake. Music!)

One recent morning, I found myself pondering a question that we’re all asked at some time or another, usually by some motivational speaker or a high school life skills teacher: Where do you see yourself in x-amount of years? Well, I thought, let’s have some fun with this…. I still have a good ten kilometres of hell ahead of me, I may as well dream… Read more

The Night I Realized I Have Superpowers

The Night I Realized I Have Superpowers

Two years ago today, I was heavily pregnant with our first child and terrified of the adventure awaiting us around the corner. Saying that, after 6 weeks of bed-rest, I was only too pleased to welcome our squalling bundle into the world.

It was as I was going through my toddler’s bedtime ritual tonight that it occurred to me how much has changed since that day. Read more

The War of Fear and Love

The War of Fear and Love

If you read my last post about procrastination, you’ll note that I attributed the disease of procrastination to having a heart and mind filled with fear.
While I offered some basic, practical suggestions on dealing with the habit of procrastination, I still wasn’t satisfied that I’d taken enough consideration of the matter of fear. Being afraid of not being good enough, what people think, or outright failure is debilitating, and keeps us from taking the first step into what is essentially our calling. It’s more than just procrastination; its paralysis. Read more