Ressurection of the Son!

A borrowed grave, Roman guards reeling from shock at the shaking and shattering of the huge rock that sealed the tomb. The brilliance of the ressurected King crushing their brief victory. The ‘might’ of earthly powers reaffirmed in seconds. The dead King has defeated death and sin.

Who can claim to be mightier? Who can claim His victory?

Jesus, Saviour, Son of the Living God comes to silence all other power without a single sword or a battle cry. His majesty unfolds, His Kingdom established, He heads Home to the Father, gifting those who follow and believe, the Holy Spirit. We are not orphans but are the redeemed. Lavished and accepted in God’s grace and peace.

Hallelujah to the King of Kings!  

What makes this Friday Good?

A crown of thorns, a batch of large rough nails and a wooden Cross.
Jesus willingly accepted them for you and I, knowing full well just how imperfect and faltering we are.

Still, He took up His sacrifice, to redeem, transform us more into His image, then lavish us with the Father’s heart of deep love.

Jesus, thank You for Your awesome sacrifice and the chance to to celebrate your victory over sin, death and bondage. 


When things change

Happy New Year Everyone!

It has been a minute since I last posted. 2016 was my year of achieving great things, with incredible breakthroughs on many levels and in all areas. We moved to Ethiopia as a family and had a wonderful time, settling into a communist state but enjoying overcoming breakthrough in all areas. Work was great.

Sadly, it is the year that my darling Mum passed away, after a battle with cancer, finally answering her call to go Home. Difficult as this was, I am thrilled to imagine her reunion with both my younger brothers and other family members. I can only imagine her joy to see Jesus face-to-face and spend time in His presence.

There are a couple of things we learned during our transition to Addis Ababa and back to Nairobi.

Do things well, as God is always in the room. We have a great God who watches over us, with such great love and care. Our obedience determines our walk with Him. Much as He loves us and longs for our love in return, our commitment comes in our loving obedience, not obligation. Obligation is loveless duty and often leads to acts of rebellion. My work environment was challenging at times, as I do not speak the local language, Amharic. Through my time, I learned to pick a few key phrases and flourished despite the language difference. The key thing is to remain respectful and navigate the cultural nuances, to gain acceptance and trust,

What you do matters and you are doing it for Him and His glory. Worldly applause will never compare to God’s approval and upgrade. We have one Judge and glorious witness. He alone matters. Obedience, love, faith all matter and He expects. This from each one of us. With His Word as our guide, we have a compass and a path to God. Being a woman among a large team of male Managers could be daunting. As God had set thtis assignment before me, I prayed daily for boldness, courage and love. These were simple keys that propelled me to small successes in rapidly changing circumstances. The test came when the State of Emergency was announced and we were able to continue with courage and conviction. As a true Kenyan,  I do not enjoy any form of political angst but we pulled through and thrived.

Trauma is a chance for you to face your fears. You are not alone. God leads and heals if you let Him. Coming back to Nairobi twice in two months to attend to my ailing Mum was nerve-wracking for birth family. We managed to stand together and work well. It was so difficult handling the news of Mum being terminally ill. She had been our greatest cheerleader, confidante and  nurturer. How things changed. The news that we had lost her was so difficult to handle and we were left helpless, until we cried out to God. He came in, granting us peace, comfort and strength when we least expected it.

Healing is growing. The things that challenged us a year ago, hardly seem as daunting today. It was our chance to experience the pain and healing we have seen so many others go through before us. It has been six months and the pain is still fresh, yet the Lord had prepared me for it. For years after the loss of our younger brothers, I grew really close to our Mum. She taught me so much about her and what to do in different situations. We shared precious experiences and built incredible memories. As a young child, she demonstrated intense love and care for me, preparing me to love our daughter and the other children we will have. I feel so priveleged and so grateful to have had that chance. I can only realize this, if I embrace healing and move forward.

Unforgiveness, self-pity and bitterness are crippling. Unresolved negativity is toxic. Drop it. Make a clean slate of by forgiving others and yourself. Receive God’s forgiveness and let your renewed focus on Him release you from a muddy mess. As I make peace with the things Incould have done or dealt better with, I release myself into God’s goodness, to enjoy His love and blessing. Without t, I would not be able to recognize or see what He is gifting me. It has not been easy but I know that this is the best thing. Walking away from unnecessary guilt and shame is the beginning of acceptance. Self-acceptance brings me to a place of tranquility within myself and gives me permission to love and care for myself. Only then can I love my family and others, as God would have me do.

It has been a long walk and even though it is far from over, I have a joy and a peace at letting go. Letting go of Mum. Letting go of Ethiopia. Moving back to find some things that I left, still the same. So much has changed and some stays the same. With God leading, the future is far less bleak and in fact s whole lot brighter. The things that tormented me appear to be far less significant and a whole lot less painful. It is a new day and it will get better!

Big blue, something new!

When change comes, the urge to hold onto all we know can be overwhelming. Your heart finds its voice, drowning out all your reasoning, causing you to doubt. Then your mind claims centre stage, declaring things can no longer stay the same. No more dread and drudgery in the life we know. The heart sings out for adventure, convinced change is as fresh as a cool morning breeze. The body responds in a clam acceptance. Sleep returns. Taste for good food is the new normal.

In quiet acceptance and in clear anticipation, the near 50-year old Kenyan lady packs up their house and home, gifting out many of their personal belongings. Urging her children in their late teen that this change brings so many fresh and exciting opportunities. Her husband smiles.  They all know that God is up to something new and beautiful.  

Friends and family expressed shock and disbelief. How and why would a family move to another country to make a new start? They can see the light steps, bursting energy and humble joy their friends share. Still they wonder, why now? How did they come to this decision?
The family are quietly overjoyed. A life under curses and unhealthy bondage to people, systems and expectations slowly eeking out their hope, dreams and life over a number of years. Husband and wife met at work, late in life, after an age of workaholic living. Healthy incomes, good prospects and an admirable standard of living quickly dwindling, once they re-committed their lives to Jesus Christ. Both their families stepping away; disappointed and ashamed at their obvious loss. She had a child and pursued this second marriage without a care for public ‘respectability’. Her new husband loved her dearly and stood firm in his decision, devoted and doting. Mother and child blossomed in the new height of love. God had spoken and walking in his promise, they bonded, growing daily in love for God and hope in the new life He so graciously gifted them. Friends falling away, with each new blow to their social status, allowing each one to focus on those to whom they are called, serving with delight.

Every new chapter brings change. Transition brings some pain, some falling away and some departing. At the end of the long tunnel called transition, comes a lightness in life; an unburdening. A new day, worth a thousand dawns, begins anew. Body, soul and mind enjoy the weightless dance into a new formation. A beautiful dance, starting slow and gathering momentum, filled with colour, laughter, life and a deeper peace.

The little family of nobodies packs up and heads out the door, clinging to paltry belongings. The little dog in her cage, at ease, lovingly watching her family take her to a new land and a new adventure. Where God sends us, there is peace, provision, guidance and a depth of His love, knowledge of Him and pure joy. Are your feet washed in preparation for your new adventure?  It is a journey of thousands of steps but He promises to carry you through, rebuilding your life and repaying every single loss or frustration, down to the smallest and most personal detail.  The adventure is near. Are you ready? Are you ready to dive in? Some of us are jumping in. Get ready, the divine adventure is coming!

Setting the tone for Christmas 


Christmas 2015 is seven days away!  Another year draws to its end very quickly.  For many of us, we ponder how Christmas will turn out this year. We spend time planning for gifts for family and friends. Then there is all the food to plan, cook and serve up. Christmas is now one of our most anxious times, when we really should be spending more time assessing its meaning, how we have grown and blessed other for God, in the process.

The reality is that for many of us, we are thinking about family and our relationships. Each one of us sp nods th year chasing after work, to earn, eat and provide for various needs. Once Thanksgiving and Christmas come around, our thoughts are increasingly preoccupied with family. We wonder how we left off Christmas with each family member and plan where to begin this Christmas. Should I apologize with a gift? Should my card to them bear an apology? Oh no! That would be putting myself down for all to see….what if? What if? Or, what else?

As we shop, plan, get home more tired every day, we wrap ourselves in a cloak of anxiety. The weight of this cloak growing daily. Sleep is lost, diets and other patterns begin to go awry. Fear creeps in and more anxiety frazzled each day. Sleep is no longer a comfort but a dread, as we battle our thoughts late into the night. Irritated, we worry about the worst possible scenarios. In the midst of this, faith, hope, love and charity appear foolish, even hopeless.

We look forward the next best thing(s) – the office party, time out in the malls, catching up with friends and even solace in a bottle. Things turn murky. Prayer and quiet time become the briefest possible ritual. We ar critical of everything that moves and the things that do not! Food and drink have lost their colour and now they seem to lose their taste. Tempers frayed, rest forgotten and fear gnawing our insides, we dread the thought of family who do not live close by.
The familiar becomes the stranger. Even our neighbours irritate and frustrate us. Work is a drag. Traffic is a mess. Colour lose their meaning. A few more days to go. More dread.

What if I make the effort and pray blessings over family, before we meet with them? It is impossible for prayer to accomplish nothing. Prayer is our conversation with God.  He responds every time, even if the answer is ‘not now’, ‘no’ or wait’. His heart is to live, bless, heal and restore. So if this is God’s heart, can we not trust Him with family and the most sensitive issues we face?