Every time I wanted to write a post or update, God kept me quiet.
My pen silent…
Not that a lot did not happen since we last shared, but because not everything is for sharing. Sometimes God leads you in a season where quietness and trust you will be made strong (Isaiah 30:15 TPT).
There is so much to be said, so much emotions, but silently we’re going through a fire we do not yet understand. When the voices of darkness threaten to overwhelm me, I remind myself that God is faithful, He was faithful before, He will be faithful again. And then I surrender into His loving hands – the only safe place. My heart knows this, but my mind keeps me awake at night.
All my spirit yearns for is to sit at Jesus’s feet and know that I’m in His perfect will and not missing any step in between. I want to drink from His well of living waters, so that life can flow out of me. He knows my heart without me saying a word. Abide in Him.
“O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the secret places of the stairs, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, And thy countenance is comely.” (Song of Solomon 2:14)
Maybe the silent pen is leaving a blank space for the next season to bloom in. . .
With great joy and relief, I would like to announce that the book I was writing is finished! Busy with final touches and then looking forward to publish in January. Just a heads up, it is in Afrikaans! We looking into translating it to English. Ordering would probably be through email.
Otherwise, we found brethren to fellowship with and sharpen each other. God is good. Thank you Abba.
I am also grateful that Abba is preparing our hearts for seasons to come and doesn’t just drop us into it unprepared. I was blessed by this quote: “Without God I am not giving one step, but with God I’ll go to the ends of the earth.”
Have blessed family time everyone as you prepare for a new year. Keep on growing.
It is so easy for our human nature to become complacent, that if we don’t allow Holy Spirit to lead, we can easily miss what God has planned for us. Despite how difficult it could be to the flesh – God gently leads us and patiently prepares our hearts.
Four years ago we were busy selling everything to go on the road. We looked liked loons to most people. Yes, it was painful letting go! Our old way of living in a home had to die for a new caravan life to start. Leaving, with our youngest being only two months old, into the unknown, I still don’t know how I did it, but Christ in me willing me.
Not realising that a few years along the line, our caravan became my new complacency, God put us to the test again. Are we willing to give it up? So, prayerfully we gave our caravan to the Cronje family as a home. God providing for them even before they realised they had the need. Yes, I had to mourn, not only what was our home for the past three plus years, but also the journey. Guiding our kids emotions through these many changes was no easy task, I desperately needed God’s wisdom.
We left Kosi Bay with a rented trailer carrying our belongings, not knowing where to next or how. I was ready to sell the last bit we own and just go to Indonesia! But God said it is not the right time. When God finally started talking after a period of stripping and silence, we thought surely we must be hearing wrong!
Now, four years later God led us to buy a new home with the little we own. It seemed like an impossible task, but God provided everything we needed to start afresh. Or is it really afresh?
Maybe God wants to do something completely new and different! Something we can’t see clearly yet, but He requires the step of faith in obedience. To the world we might look like we failed, but in God’s eyes we’re exactly where He wants us – at His feet…
And how great is God to confirm what He is doing in the spirit, by also manifesting it in flesh! As we enter this new uncertain season of birthing something new in our hearts and lives, we’re also awaiting the birth of our new baby girl. God is good all the time. He is in control. We welcome little Lisa into our Bear home, we are convinced she will complete our family and bring something special to God’s kingdom on earth. It might not look like how we imagined it to be, but we know that what God has in store is so much better than what we ever dreamed it could be.
We bless you dear reader with the encouragement and boldness to take the leap of faith for Christ Jesus. Say yes to his plans and you’ll be blown away, despite hardships.
“So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison.” 2 Corinthians 4:16
What makes me endure difficulties for Christ is the fact that one day I will be with the Father and glorify him, and there will be no more pain, suffering, or persecution I have but this moment to love him through my affliction.
Is this not the example of Jesus? How he died for us. Is this not the way we must live? Yes, this is the way we must live; our standard must be Jesus – He is our measuring stick.
It’s very important to focus on the love Jesus has for us. My dear friends, I want you to remember how his love was shown. It was shown through the cross he endured but also by his very life. How much more precious is that love that he was crucified? Would we have seen His love for us if he did not show it in his full?
How is this practically shown? It means we sit on the floor and give another the best seat. It’s easy to give it to your child whom you love but what about a stranger, what about a dirty homeless man? Our flesh must not be the decision maker but the spirit.
Our flesh wants to fix what has been broken for years. When confronted with a homeless man, I had to repent and humble myself, seeing myself as low and having no answer but Jesus. And amid this, God speaks to my heart and tells me: “You think of yourself very highly.” It’s hard to even touch such a man because he is so dirty, but he does not know it, he does not see it, and it has never been thought to him. It’s hard on your flesh, but Jesus comes, and you love a man like this. When you start working with the homeless man, what is the first thing you want to give him? A bucket and water? My friends, this is the condition of our lives; we want to clean the outside, making it look beautiful, but we are so filthy inwardly. What would this profit his soul? First, we want to give him Jesus. Let him be born again, teach him how to love God, and restore his relationship with Jesus. Everything else is secondary.
“But I consider my own life of no importance to me whatsoever, as long as I can finish the course ahead of me, the task I received from the Lord Yeshua — to declare in depth the Good News of God’s love and kindness”.
Let us be like an intrepid fireman, running into the fire to restore the lost to their Creator. Let us not waste time in the elementary and outward parts of the flesh but let us reach deep into the hearts of man with the double-edged sword.
One challenging thing Jesus revealed to me before embarking on this journey is that we need to be content, labouring for Him our whole lives without seeing any fruit. That is speaking of the harvest coming in and not the fruit of the spirit. Some of His disciples may spend their entire life sowing seeds and others watering, just for some evangelist to come in and take all the credit. If this seems discouraging, we need to realign our focus since we should find joy in Jesus and not in our works, which are filthy rags to the Father. Besides, God’s goodness draws a man to repentance, not the fiery teaching of an evangelist or the clever words of a pastor. So, who can take credit for any fruit? I’m not saying we shouldn’t rejoice with Jesus when someone comes to repentance. In the parable of the prodigal son, we see the father invite all his friends and family to celebrate the return of his son. But, we need to have joy in Jesus, regardless of the fruit.
We have certainly been on both sides of this scale, where we’ve laboured for months without seeing any fruit, and yes, we do feel discouraged and sometimes even feel like giving up. But then we feast our eyes on Jesus, dust ourselves off, and we press on with renewed hope and joy. And by the grace of God, we get to a place like West Bank, East London, where we are privileged to reap with Pastor Danny, who has been man alone sowing and watering in Lighthouse ministries for the last 2 years.
On 10 December 2022, we arrived in West Bank with the Cronje family and set up camp. Each of us: Henri, Yolandi, Bradly, Elmi and I shared our testimony in church the next day. By the evening, three families already wanted to be baptized. The next day after explaining the Gospel, true repentance and the cost of discipleship, two of the three families were born again in the baptism of water and the Holy Spirit. The following week Tjaart, Charlene, Stephan, Rolene and Marc arrived and shared their testimonies in church, after which the father of the other family where baptized, and another family followed a week later.
Ever since, we’ve been discipling them, and it’s with great excitement that we watch as the Holy Spirit works in their lives, convicting them of sin, challenging them to the great commission and giving them baldness to stand firm among their families and friends.
My conclusion, then, is that if God’s goodness draws a man to repentance, God’s grace allows us to see fruit. For we are merely His humble servants, we have only done our duty.
It is a good feeling to be sharing another testimony brothers and sisters in Christ, of what God has been doing for me and my family in Christ during our stay on the South coast. Life as a disciple is difficult, yet we fall into the struggles, we dust ourselves off and move forward. As I meditated on the scriptures one morning, the Lord reminded me that I should continue to follow Him even when it seems like I am uncertain of where I am going. Here I was thinking like a mere man and putting God under a human scale thinking that was the best approach. I was proven wrong. I hope in the remainder of this article, to unpack the events leading up to the time of writing this article and I hope that something can be taken out of it.
The trials in Hibberdene
I was full of mixed emotions when I had to leave Kosi bay for Durban. My heart was filled with joy on arriving at the YMCA taxi rank in Durban and after walking through a crowded inner city, I was finally standing outside a KFC restaurant where the De beers had come to fetch me. The highlight of that day was when we took a tour of uShaka Marine world where there was plenty to see. It was both educational and entertaining to see the beauty of God’s creation underwater up close and to appreciate His heart in allowing us to take care of what He gave to us as mankind.
Later that day, we returned to Hibberdene where we would be staying. Staying just a stone’s throw away from the beachfront. This allowed me to share the gospel with several people from all walks of life. Even as I moved within the small town I met several people who shared their testimonies with me. A lot of people who I had spoken to, were hurting inside, having lost incomes, relationships and other comforts that this life could offer.
It was at that point that I realised I was no different. I had been struggling with negative thoughts of my own that constantly visited my mind time and again. I was feeling depressed and I didn’t know how to cope. There were times when I resolved to run away but honestly that was ungodly and somehow I had to rely on God to show me the way through the Holy Spirit. I admit it was a difficult time, one that opened up more questions than clear-cut answers, Then I remembered, I had to trust in the Lord and that these trials would soon come to pass.
Life in Uvongo
Our stay in Hibberdene later was preceded by a trip to Manaba Beach where the De beers and I stayed for the first time in a place other than a caravan park. Unfortunately for me, I had carried my burdens from Hibberdene and I hope that God would make a way to trade my yoke for the one Christ had which was lighter.
One day I chose to walk with the cross. Walking with the cross on my shoulder, I began to share my testimony with several people as I walk in places that were new to me. It was through that cross that I met the ordinary man and women staying within and around the Margate community.
I recall one lady who called me out from a distance, as she stood at the balcony of her two-story home observing passersby while gazing. I stopped at her tall gate to share the gospel with her and left her with a scripture on John 3 verses 3 to 6 which I later also shared with a lot of people along the way. The expression on her face showed me the impact the Cross and the word of God had on people. The gospel was like medicine mending the brokenness created by sin.
That was not the end of the road for me and the cross as I began exploring public areas such as the taxi rank where I shared the gospel with one driver in the middle of the intersection with several cars lining up behind him to move forward. Even when you have just under three minutes to share the gospel, the Holy Spirit will lead you into what has to be said at that very moment.
When I managed to get to the beach after sharing the gospel with two other ladies sitting outside a bottle store drinking some liquor, I met a man who reminded me of my father. He had a small toy store standing next to the beachfront. He had a cheerful smile, one expression he maintained in greeting everyone who passed by his shop. I enjoyed the conversation that I had with him while we exchanged notes on how the Lord was working in our lives. Interestingly enough he became a common feature in my stay on the south coast as I continuously bumped into him in different places other than his shop.
Reconnecting with the Cronje family
It was a blessing to finally stay in proximity with the Cronje family whom I had last seen in Kosi bay. Our reunion brought back memories of our fellowship group in Johannesburg. It was quite special not only to enjoy the best of both families cooking expertise but also the love that we have shared for one another over the years in fellowship.
I would also like at this point in time to treasure the effort that Tian’s parents made to visit us and share their words of encouragement and wisdom. Those are moments in life that one can never exchange for any large sum of money.
In addition, I also want to thank the Lord for bringing Zack and Maya to Himself recently. The promise in the third chapter of John was fulfilled by their obedience. Having to witness this brings joy to my heart as each of them was baptised here in Uvongo.
I must point out that I have walked with the cross with Henri on several occasions on this journey and testify of how God has protected us while in transit. When you least expected He gave us a surprise as well as taught us valuable principles as we went.
The Uvongo market
My story would be incomplete If I omit the time spent at the Uvongo marketplace as well as the weekend doing some community work on an outreach mission in and around Margate.
Spending Saturdays at the Uvongo marketplace has opened up several gospel opportunities for us as a whole. It is amazing how God used the marketplace as a rendezvous point for several divine appointments. We met several people most notably a bus driver we met during our stay in Drakensville (talk about a small world) and also those who are also labouring amongst us within the community.
I observed how this has enabled us to grow in confidence, especially in approaching those whose doctrines are different from our own and I believe that we will continue to learn as the Holy Spirit guides us into the knowledge of the Truth as more opportunities like these arise.
As I look at the recent past, I am thankful for the Lord allowing us to share a meal with the Margate community. In my personal opinion, it was worthwhile to spend some time sharing the gospel with the underprivileged members of our community. I thank the Lord for opening their hearts in receiving us openly. I also want to take my hat off for the obedience shown by Tian, Elmi, Yolandi, Caylene and not forgetting one-year-old Ellie whose presence made a difference. It is not about how much we give but checking our hearts for how we give.
I hope that this article will motivate a lot of us. Due to a lack of words, I shared what stood out for me so far in this part of the journey. I would like to give a special mention to members of the Margate Baptist church who extended an invitation and I have learnt a lot from their ministry.
As I reflect on the trip that took me to Kosi bay and the events that took place there, I would like to give thanks to the Lord for preparing those that made this trip possible for their act of obedience. During my stay with the Cronje family, I caught a glimpse of what God has been doing in and around us, whether we see it or not.
The journey and stay in Kosi bay
In all honesty, Kosi bay did not even ring a bell in my head until a few months ago. When a brother of mine in Christ (Henri Cronje) invited me to visit him there, I gladly accepted. On paper, it looked unreachable from where I was staying, especially if one wanted to get there within a day’s travel. I guess the first lesson I learned was that nothing is impossible with God. So there I was in Bergeville saying goodbye to the De Beer family, who had accompanied me to the taxi rank where I got a taxi to Durban. It was an emotional parting moment leaving the De Beers, but eventually, I was on my way, and before you knew it, I was sitting in Durban, waiting to get another to Manguzi, which was in Kosi bay. Finally, after nearly five and a half hours, I arrived at Manguzi in Kosi bay and was welcomed by the Cronje family. I was impressed by Henri’s effort in learning the isiZulu language. Being old friends that hadn’t seen each other in some months from Johannesburg, we decided to catch up on the events that had been happening in our lives since then.
A trip to the ocean
I was excited when Henri said we would see the Indian ocean up close. After travelling down a sandy road that moved around a thick evergreen forest rich in vegetation, we arrived at the beachfront overlooking the beautiful Indian Ocean. The scenery there was eye-catching, especially for someone who has spent his entire life inland like me. Unfortunately, a few moments after sitting on the sands of the beach, there came a group of people who we later found to be traditional healers (sangomas) about to perform an initiation ritual next to us. Enough to scare the onlooking locals away who dared not come near the water after seeing what was about to happen. As we spoke to those who witnessed this, it was apparent that many people lived in fear of these principalities rooted in the community.
While at the beach, we took a moment to pray that the Spirit of truth (through Christ) would be revealed in due time to those in the bondage of worshipping false gods. Indeed, this scene was intimidating, but I was reminded that our light needs to shine in the darkness.
A walk with the cross
While in Kosi bay, Henri and I decided to go to Manguzi town and buy a few things there. We took this opportunity to walk on foot and share the gospel with as many people as possible while on the move.
Taking turns carrying the cross, we met many people along the way. We met some of Henri’s neighbours, Jeremiah and his mother, Brenda, who were taking a walk and also introduced us to Tristen and his friend, who lived just a stone’s throw away from their home. We manage to share our testimonies with them on our journey with Christ before restarting our journey once more.
As we continued our journey, we met three elderly ladies finding their way to the fields to plant something there. We managed to share the gospel with these ladies and even prayed for healing for one of them whose leg seemed to have a protruding vein. Since language was a barrier, I translated the conversation as Henri spoke to the three old ladies.
Issuing out the gospel pamphlets proved to be a valuable tool in sharing the good news. Henri translated them to isiZulu, which was more relatable to the locals than the English. As we moved closer to the town, we met a man who seemed possessed by an unclean spirit. Understanding what he was attempting to do or say was a challenge. Through Christ, who was with us in Spirit, we denounced this unclean spirit in Jesus’s name, and the man departed from us. Regardless of these setbacks, we arrived in Manguzi towards town, where we met Mr Assani, a man who was apparently from the Democratic Republic of Congo. I spoke to him briefly in French and later in English when Henri joined in. We invited him to the Full gospel church, where he later introduced himself and shared his testimony with the congregation. Our journey on foot to Manguzi was filled with an interesting turn of events, and yet in the midst of all this, we shared our testimonies with different people along the way.
Our visit to the church and the orphanage
My story would be incomplete if I did not mention the Vilakazi family and their growing ministry in Shegeza, which they have named the Full gospel church. According to Henri, he met this family through a member of their congregation who lives a stone’s throw away from the Cronje’s. After attending several Sunday services in their church, I was humbled by the way God was using ordinary people from the Kosi bay area, like the Vilakazi family, to disciple others within the community to live as Jesus did. Despite the challenges affecting the community, they were a living testimony of how we can use limited resources to share the gospel. On one Saturday, while at Kosi bay, I joined the Cronje and Vilakazi family on a visit to an orphanage. Sharing our testimonies and spending time with the underprivileged children from the orphanage reminded me of how God will care for His children even when their earthly parents have abandoned them. It was evident that the heart God has for His children is far-reaching and extends to places we had never thought would be humanly possible to reach. All credit goes to God, who prepared the men and women to carry out His will on earth through projects such as this orphanage.
Goodbye to the Kosi bay community
Although my visit to Kosi bay was only three weeks, I took things from this community that will leave a lasting impression. The love and time shared will be something to cherish for a long time. Hats off to Kosi bay. I would also like to thank the Cronje family, who welcomed me to their home and shared good fellowship during my stay in Kosi bay. The Vilakazi family shared their cooking skills with us on Saturday and showed an example of how to show hospitality to family members in Christ. Due to a lack of words to express my gratitude, I am regrettably unable to mention everyone or everything that happened. I believe God has put everything together even when I least expect anything to happen.
I salute you, brothers and sisters, who have stepped out in faith. As always, let us continue to share our positive experiences about Christ regardless of the challenges that may come our way.
As I reflect on the events during our stay in Hazyview, I begin to see why we need to fully commit ourselves to what Jesus commissioned us to do. The De Beer family and I were blessed to teach the children and the youth of Bongolweni about the gospel through a church ministry located there. A trip to Sabie (a town near Hazyview) produced some divine appointments as I managed to share the gospel with the community. At the time of writing, we have found our way to Drakensville after attending a Kickstart in Newcastle.
The final leg of our stay in Hazyview
One day while in Hazyview town, I was distributing gospel reading material when I decided to stop to the sound of some local gospel music. I found myself in front of a beauty salon, and as I walked towards it, I noticed everyone except one man was busy carrying out their daily tasks. I approached the man who was standing outside and told him about the gospel. After a fruitful conversation with this man, I was invited back the following day, where my audience grew. I had an opportunity to leave a Bible and receive an invitation to present the gospel to a local church.
Finding our way to the church was challenging, but eventually, we arrived at our destination thanks to one of the congregants who volunteered to wait for us along the main road and point us in the right direction.
The three of us (Tian, Nanke and myself) found ourselves speaking in front of a church before presenting them with some Bibles. The following weeks resulted in us presenting the gospel to a Sunday school class in that same church and playing a game with the youth group to allow them to self-reflect on their walk with Christ.
In retrospect, I believe this was part of a learning process that allowed me to see deeper into why and what we, as disciples, were called to do.
A trip to Sabie
My story would be incomplete if I didn’t mention my short trip to Sabie. Sabie is a small town whose most distinguished landmark is a beautiful waterfall under a bridge connecting the central business district to the residential area.
After engaging in one or two conversations with the locals, I discovered that this was a community where everyone knew each other. I met two men running a fruit business from their pickup truck there. For a reason known only to themselves, they believed those preaching the gospel were only there for financial gain. I suppose those sentiments were also shared by other members of the community who also felt that the church was ripping them off of their hard-earned savings and that those who had been entrusted to preach the gospel were only content in sitting in the church and had no desire to take the gospel beyond the church building.
With that being said, I became concerned about the message that we, as disciples of Christ, are preaching. Is this what we have been commissioned to do? There, I began to see the broader picture of why Jesus became angry upon entering the temple courts in Matthew 21:12.
As the day progressed, I found myself walking toward a sports bar, where I managed to share the gospel with several people standing outside. I thank God for the Holy Spirit because there is always a time when you feel words becoming insufficient to express yourself. To know that God is with you at all times has helped me to stay composed even when I am faced with contradictory opinions from others.
A final goodbye to Hazyview
After making friends in such a small space of time, it was time to move on. My thanks go out to those who God has prepared along our journey to assist us in our work for the Kingdom of God.
If someone had asked me five years ago where I would be today, my answer would have never pointed in the direction of being a disciple of Jesus Christ. However, I was celebrating my birthday in March at a Kickstart event (organised by believers whom I had often joined on Thursday evenings for fellowship) to become active members of preaching the gospel. Fast forward to the 4th of June, everything changed from going to a day job to working for the Kingdom of God full time. Just as the disciples dropped their nets after deciding to join Christ in becoming fishers of men, Jesus also called me to do likewise by stepping up and actively following Him.
How it all happened Arriving home from the Kickstart, I received the unpleasant news that I was no longer allowed to live there. Management had evicted me for attending the Kickstart seminar.
Monday after I got evicted, Tian called me to ask if I could meet him and Elmi. He then asked me if I could join him and his family on a journey to become fishers of men. In the first instance, the offer humbled me, and I felt it was the right thing to do. So Tian suggested that we pray for God to reveal the way forward. I had already made up my mind, but the events that followed showed me that the Lord has a way of sending messages to his children that only they can understand. I had a dream later that night, and in this dream, I was at a caravan park. At the caravan park, I found myself accompanied by a man called Jean Pierre who had nominated me as best man at his wedding last year. In that same dream, I decided to ask him why God was not allowing me to go with Tian on this journey. To my surprise, he just stood in silence without a word. After leaving the scene, approaching the end of my dream Tian and Elmi appeared, and Elmi was in the middle of showing me a verse in the Bible she was reading when suddenly I woke up. At that point, my conclusion was to wait until I received confirmation, and I was at peace with whatever the outcome. Later the next day, I talked to Tian about the dream. Tian said the last thing Elmi read was Hebrews 12, verses 1 to 3. I mentioned that it was not yet time to go and that I should wait, at least for now. About two weeks passed, and while I was reading through my WhatsApp messages on my phone (a habit I usually did after work), I read through the last article on this blog. After going through the article, it made sense to me that even in silence, God speaks. All the events around me were asking me to go, from the books I read to the movie (Mountain top) I watched and now this article. It was there at that moment that I heard His voice calling out. My purpose is to be on the mission field fighting for the Kingdom of God, yet here I was fighting to build another man’s kingdom. It was time I took up my cross and followed Jesus. So, I decided to call Tian and tell him that I was coming with him and his family. He gladly accepted, and then our preparations began. After reading Radical by David Platt, which Tian was listening to in his car one day, I got the conviction that God called me a long time ago to be a fisher of men. For the more significant part of my life, up to that point, I was trapped in a comfort zone. All the signs were so clear, yet my mind still stood in doubt. I thank God I took up that call because the word states that a man without faith will find it difficult to please God.
Putting it all into action So after travelling to Bela Bela for a two-week stay, I realised my place was in the Kingdom of God all along. Leaving a comfort zone into the unknown was challenging, yet I felt the joy of working for my Creator. I am content with what the Lord has given me. I appreciated the way Rudi and Riesie opened their home for us. For me, that was a turning point because it was an act of obedience. I have managed to preach the gospel to several people in Bela Bela, and I thank God for planting seeds in the hearts of those who heard the good news. At the time of writing this article, we have relocated to Hazyview. The atmosphere here is a breath of fresh air, and I believe the Holy Spirit will guide us in the direction we must go. I hope that those who have the opportunity to read this article will be encouraged by my testimony so far. The harvest is plenty, yet few of us are willing to labour in the field. So I encourage readers to be obedient to God’s word. May the peace of the Lord be with you.
On the 27th of April, we celebrated our one year anniversary since we left to go and share the Gospel of Jesus with the world, and while we were in Joburg for a visit, some friends persuaded us to make a video of our journey. Although the video already says a lot, I’d like to add that we’ve had some good times and some bad times, but in the end, it was an incredible journey with Jesus, and what a blessing to do it as a family.
When I speak a word of truth and revelation with all humility and kindness yet behind all that truth lies a little piece of bitterness or twisted intention, shut my lips Lord. If then I still am disobedient and the temptation to speak is too much, let me speak so that I may seem foolish to men in order for me to learn and listen.
However if my intention when speaking was out of an intention of love and still it came across confusing or that I am misunderstood, let me find peace when I lay my head to rest and reflect on the passing day, feeling dismayed about all the situations where I could have conveyed a better, clearer message. Let me find joy in the depth of my heart that Jesus You knew it was pure.
Come and analyze every part of my thoughts where it started and what my thinking process was before it ever came across my lips. And if that is pure in the sight of You Lord, let me rest in a deep warmth and intimacy that I could share in our secret place where its really only just You that know me.
Oh how joyful my heart now feel that You comfort me in the secret place of the heart where we can meet and where You have swept me of my feet. We are dancing our perfect dance to the melody Hosanna that I sing for You my King.
In Our place it is like a symphony of music to my ears, without any words getting in the way.
I love the beauty of the rawness we have. No impressive words or waiting game to see what the other person’s reaction is. Here in Our place when We meet there is no burden that I have to carry about the Moses at heart you created me as. I come with my messy story and Lord here I find Your grace to speak only after You have shown me the way and it overflows and pumps out love. Only after our last dance Lord as I step out approaching let me not ever do it alone but send out with me the Holy Spirit to share what You have taught me step by step perfectly choreographed. Now, yes only now I shall boldly speak as I know the Holy King created and formed the living Word within me.
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