Love is…

People don't seem to like love, they like the lovey-dovey feeling. People don't love love - love is sacrificial, love is intense. People don't love love. They like the idea of love. People want the emotion, without paying anything for it.* The truth is that the more intimately you know someone, the more clearly you'll …

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Dutch Bicycle Craze

When my daughter comes to pick me up from work, my colleagues already know what's about to go down... We'll be hopping onto the bike together! It's not a tandem no, it's just a regular English Pendleton Somerby. Nothing special about it, just two Dutchies who will be riding it home. I've noticed that we're …

Rachel

I just watched 'The Rachel Divide' on Netflix and I was shook. Simply because I understand. It's difficult to explain without going into great depth, and opening up about my own life in too much detail, but I 'get where she's coming from', yet I also see where she made mistakes. However, isn't that all …

Growing up…

Life's a roller-coaster right now... Well, I guess my life has always been pretty tumultuous, hectic, exciting, interesting, passionate, turbulent, explosive etc... just take a pick; matching your image of me. However, it's all good. My baby-girl is doing her 5th exam today and has fully recovered from a bad episode of tonsillitis, after a …

Baby Boy

Around 04:00 am you woke me up; it is time. Two weeks after the due date and just a few days prior, the gynaecologist turned you around, head first and ready to face the world. Early that morning you started a process that would last 20 hours straight, but at 00.07 on Tuesday the 17th …

A Parent’s Approval

I have met so many seriously successful adults; you know the kind: above average income, obedient set of children, luxury cars, solid marriage, lovely house and a great job where they are a respected member of staff, yet something doesn’t feel right in their spirit. They feel an emptiness they can’t place. They find it …

Persistence

Every couple of weeks we had ‘salesmen’ knocking on our door to ‘bring us Jesus’. I remember being a young girl, perhaps about eight or nine years old and continuously asking my Mum to buy me one of the golden bibles they were selling. My Mum was very clear about 'not wanting God in the …