Writing challenge, Day 6

Grace upon me. From me.

I’ve had a few days where I couldn’t write here. Life happened. You know how it is. On all those days, I’ve been thinking and longing to get to it. Right up until the point where I got into bed at night, exhausted.

On one of the evenings I even made an attempt to write in bed. I think it would’ve been a crappy poem or whatever it would’ve turned out to be. Just so I could post something.
You see, somewhere in this beautiful brain, an old neuropathway was trying to ignite. Wanting to set in motion thoughts, feelings and actions that does not serve this human any more. In fact, it never did – I just didn’t know it.

Wired into this specific pathway were words and thoughts like: Something is either right or wrong; Finish one thing before you continue to a next; Whatever you do, do it properly; It’s good but you could do better. (Wow, just writing those words brought up a bitter-ish reaction. Is that even a word? Bitter-ish. Lol)

Anyway, I thank God for bringing me into a season where I can LOOK such pathways/mindsets in the eye and weight it. Weight it against His truth about me. My truth. And most importantly, not be tossed into a inner battle. Where my soul is in turmoiled protest against said pathway. Sensing and knowing that there’s another way to think, feel and do when I didn’t get, to what I set out to do.
Yet falling back, over and over again, to the default of the pathway and the turmoil it caused.

A year or so ago, that would have resulted in me closing down this blog. Or perhaps deleting days 1 to 5 of the Writing challenge. Out of shame for not keeping up. Also, judging myself for not posting every day or feeling like a stupid failure. Questioning myself, my reasons for doing this, my skills, blah-blah-blah..

You get the picture.

But, here I am. Writing. Creating with words. Because that’s what I want to do. It makes me happy. In my own rhythm. To my own tune. Because it is part of my truth. Skipping two or three days means just that. A couple of days were skipped. In no way does it mean anything, that the old mindset had me believing.

I know it’s a process: working through such things that’s been set before us as truth. And perhaps it is truth. A truth. Someone else’s truth. But not necessarily in alignment with once own truth.

In this scenario no person or situation were dependent on me writing or not.
There’s no deadline.

Just life – to be LIVED. In abundant grace.

Writing challenge, Day 5

My point of view

Sunday morning, 8h40. Too late. Welcome rain has been blessing our thirsty Cape Town earth and dams for most of the night.

I love this relaxed state my mind and body is in. When my whole being feels in unison. My spirit thankfully greeting my Father; My soul setting the day’s rhythm; My body working out the steps that will flow to the tune that my all wants to sing.

No forced marching, to tunes that’s been set for me. Aweful lyrics of must, should, responsibility… making me nauseous.
No set alarm. No racing thoughts chasing each other on the track of my mind. ‘I have to be there.’ ‘Surely, this can’t be it?’/ ‘If I don’t get up now, I’m going to be late.’ ‘This is not my truth.’

So, why can’t I wake up and get up like this everyday? Because 43 year old neuro pathways are under investigation. Should it be found out of tune with this being’s true rhythm, it will be replaced. Lovingly. Surely. Slowly. Greatfully.

PS. What am I too late for? Gathering with others that share my belief that Jesus is Lord. But, many times I question the gatherings, the setter of the tune, the value of the march… #mypointofview, #mytruth


The year was 2019…

(Admit it – You always read this type of heading in a theatrical voice. Or is it just me??) Anyway.

She realized that it was time to just do it. After all, deep down, she wanted it too. Badly. Years of secretly wanting, fantasizing and sneaky attempts, just didn’t cut it anymore. She wanted, no needed, to grab this bull by the horns and ride the life out of it… (insert angel face emoji). No more pushing it aside; ignoring it; putting the lid on it. Only for it crawl out time and time again to tease her; briefly excite her. Well, this time she decided to stop fighting. Look it in the eye and finally admit that they were perhaps meant to be. She was willing to give them a fair chance.

First, she had to repent that they indeed rendezvoused previously. Bring their union to the light you see.

Starting 10 April – 12h26pm she vowed to use any tool and invest her time to help flame this passion. Hence, the random pictures/images she’s committing to use for thirty days. Hoping that she’ll prove to it that she meant business.