I am not afraid. I am not afraid. My heart is where you are. My home will be where you send me Forget this life. Forget this fear. You are God. I want nothing but you. I gave you my life and I’ll give it again. I’m nothing without you. I am whole with you. … More You are God
Truth and Lies. Truth and Lies. Oh how I am sick of lies. I KNOW the truth, stop trying to cover my eyes. I AM a child of God and that is where my identity lies. I am accepted in who I am and I am a Child of God
There was a boy with a world in his head, A world of magnificent wonder. There he lived all alone Or so was assumed by others. There she stood, the Fairy Queen And looked at the King so sweetly. The boy he smiled and sat down To gaze upon them lovelies. Never would … More fairy boy
My heart is tossing and turning inside of me. It rages like the monster of a deadly sea. It calls to the distant haunting of my insecurity, Or what they call a little ‘social anxiety’. A beast that holds me down till I can’t breathe, And leaves me screaming in endless dreams. For monster of … More 1am Anxiety
What if, I am afraid? What if, my fear is in that? My fear, is in the what if? What if? But what if, what followed those two words never happened? What if, it was only the imaginary lifetime I paint? But, not my life. What if, I stopped listening? What if, I knew that … More What if?
So maybe, things will be ok. Maybe I am not sentenced to a drifting life. The heavens are opening up and glorious sunlight washes over me. Perhaps winter really is over. I could live. I can live. Summer has come.
Have I been given a defective mind? Or have I simply not had enough faith? I wait for my mind to fail me. I imagine that it will again. Lord, what plans can you have for a mind like mine? Alright, Lord, I gave you my heart. I gave you all of me. That includes … More This beautiful mind
I suppose I have been trying to find stable ground this week. It felt like I had completely lost touch with reality and it was all my fault. I had a long couple days leading up to Sunday. I was in an advert, had first aid training, did my normal weekly things and went out … More Reality
I have been asked many times what it is like to be a ‘pastor’s kid’. I never really have a set answer. I don’t really remember any different. Before my father led Gospel Central Church my parents were still in leadership in the church we came from in South Africa. I don’t know what it is … More Pastor’s Kid?
I hope to never stop being wrecked by God’s great, abundant love. I am no longer a slave to fear, I am a child of God. I sang that without truly realising what it meant. I lived as a slave, but I was free. No longer do I have to weep on the ground begging … More Wrecked, by God’s love