Thoughts and Other Things

Our gym group class had a challenge for the past six weeks. Today we were weighing in, seeing how much weight we’ve (they’ve) lost (I gained – blame it on the weather; vetkoeks and stews wayawaya ). We were also measuring muscles around the body, not much change there for me either. But I have a thigh gap, so yay! While discussing with my trainer, we agreed that focus, or lack thereof, was the reason behind such results. She resolved that with our next eight-week challenge, she’d do more to keep us focused, or as she put it, to keep our eyes on the prize. This got me thinking about a Scripture I taught earlier this week which addresses the issue of focus. Now I’m one person who easily loses focus. Not in an attention disorder kind of way, but I easily panic when things take an unexpected turn and therefore easily get distracted. Like Peter who moved his focus from Jesus to the waves and began sinking, I find myself sinking a lot when I’m fixated with what’s going wrong instead o

Before I get swallowed up by preparations for our Mother’s Day celebration, I thought I should share my thoughts on motherhood. Well actually, this post is more about the lack thereof. Although over the past few years I’ve grown a fondness (if not obsession) for this beautiful ministry, I’ve also grown a sensitivity to those who’ve lost children, those who’ve lost mothers and more so those who struggle with infertility. I understand that the celebration of this day can be especially difficulty for them as it emphasizes their painful reality. Together with the prayers I offer for them, this year I want to share the hope there is for them. God in his wisdom, has littered His Word with characters who’ve been through the same. There’s a handful of women who lost their children in the Bible. The first, is the very first woman that lived. Eve lost her lastborn son Abel to the jealousy of her firstborn, Cain. In the process, she also lost Cain, not to death, but to the consequences of hi

I had a mini adulting melt down recently. I vacated my hiding place under God’s wings and found myself taunted by feelings of stagnancy and helplessness. You know that feeling of being stuck? Like your life isn’t moving in any direction but backwards? You then start questioning yourself and what you’re doing, trying to find fault in either. You assume that there’s something different you have to do because what you’re doing obviously isn’t working. But when you can’t find what it is that you can do to bring the change you long for, you fall into the trap of feeling helpless. It’s a long dark tunnel from there on. (Tell me I’m not alone.) Albert Einstein is credited with saying ‘Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results.’ I think I understand what he meant, but I also feel the saying can be misleading (I know, how dare I question Einstein. But hear me out). The deficiency with this statement is that it undermines the power of consistency.