Thoughts and Other Things

I generally think if I had been more prepared for life’s setbacks, I would have been less frustrated when I experienced them. What was emphasized when I was in high school was having a dream, having goals, knowing what you wanted to do. And as much as that is important, it’s half the truth. A setback is defined as something that happens that delays or prevents a process from developing. A setback can be a problem you encounter, a mistake, a complication, a disappointment, an interruption, or a failure. Setbacks aren’t planned, but they happen anyway. But why? Well because the devil is an enemy of anything that’s good because good is what God is. He knows very well that every good gift is from God, so he makes it his job to interrupt all that is good. Setbacks have the potential to completely halt (ruin) your life, but thing is, you determine the strength of each setback. They are only permanent if I let them be. Whether they only delay me or they completely prevent me is totally

I’m the first of three girls. There’s Sindisiwe, born eight years after me and Aphelele born four years after her. I love my sisters and would kill for them (but don't tell them). We have a weird but wonderful relationship. Sindi is the lovey dovey touchy-feeling sister who's also a loner at the same time. She's the one to stay behind with on weekends because she wont bother you, except by calling you annoying nicknames. She's stubborn but she listens when you're (really) mad at her. She's the one to tell secrets to and to ask prayers from. The one to talk serious family business with. Aphe is the carefree hippy. She's is the one to travel with, she sings along to all the songs on the radio and chats up a storm (until you feed her and she falls asleep). She has no secrets and can't tell lies. She loooves talking and laughing and (I hate to admit) gives the best bear hugs. She's the one who understands and tolerates my dry humor. While in high scho

I was throwing a tantrum the other day. Well the adult version of it (it involves crying, complaining and just being mad at the world). I was so tired of having to fight and loose the same battle over and over again. I felt stuck in one place in my life. Resorting to reading my Bible, I thought God would give me a good word to comfort me. Instead of that, God called me to order. And the Scripture He used to do it made me hang my head in shame. The kids in our kids’ ministry can effortlessly recite the verse, and here was their pastor being schooled on it. It reminded me that you can’t cheat with God. You won’t be pushed through to the next grade having not passed the current and learnt all the lessons. I realized me being stuck had nothing to do with God but everything to do with me. He was not being slow or delaying in granting me my heart’s desires, but I was the one not learning and changing therefore allowing myself to be ready to receive that which my heart desires. I aga