i see you

Hey. I see you. I see your precious beauty. But, to see you is to also see your suffering. I know you wish I did not have to always see it. I will see it. So, I will show you mine. I bare my heart so you can bare yours. I am here. I am … More i see you

Pastor’s Kid?

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?

Writer’s Block

   To feel the urge to write but to have nothing to write about. Or, more so to not have the will to write about things one wants to write about, rather, than them not being there to write about. So, instead to relieve the incessant flow of mental diarrhoea I shall write about nothing. … More Writer’s Block

Refugee Man

Where is my home? The world tells me the places and feelings that are my home.   They tell me my home is the house in the land I grew up in and there I should stay. Do they know that house is now a pile of broken walls and shattered windows that bury my … More Refugee Man

sick…

 Being sick, as I am right now, always reminds me how special it is to feel great. It makes me long for how good it feels to be fine. I don’t realise how special it is to be alright when I am alright. It’s only when things suck do I truly remember how thankful I … More sick…