As we await the arrival of our daughter, here I pen myself a reminder of the vices of longing for motherhood, as compared to God's beautiful design. May motherhood only propel me to deeper dependence on the Father who offers sufficient grace in all times of need.
An unlikely Christmas, for once spent back home. Unforeseen circumstances had interfered with our travel plans, but ‘tis remain a season to be glad, to be in thanksgiving. For being home this Christmas, served as a ringing reminder, that Christmas had first made its course in history, when Heaven’s Jewel came to a dingy manger, so that the Almighty may bring His children Home.
Penning down some reflections on my 26th, and reminded, yet again, of the simple Truth: that I am not my own, but belong, wholly, to my faithful Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.
(selah) then...face to face. 