Darkness

This morning, I woke up and found myself in the dark. I wasn't surprised, I have been wandering in that direction for some days. Heart palpitations - a strange kind of heaviness that comes when I think of anything, anything at all. I tried to stick to my routine, I prayed out whatever words could [...]

I dent (tity)

Once I again, I find myself drawn to this post. A lot of people struggle with their identities. If we will be a people who encourage our differences in personalities and allow them to thrive . . . if only . . .

Alethea's Mind

I’m dented. In many places, I have dents – dents and scratches from the ‘hit-and-runs’ of life and her mercenaries. Dents from her words and his actions and dents from their stares. I’ve lost, in many ways, the purity of my identity; the way my Creator fashioned me: for the sake of conformity.

I dent, daily.

I struggle. I remember being young and looking for love in all the wrong places because I was consumed by a need – an empty space inside that needed to be filled, so I filled it with all the wrong things and all the wrong bits around the wrong people. I dented my identity to fit into those circles when my mould wasn’t so elastic, so it broke . . . and I still struggle.

“You’re too loud, hush!”

“You’re too playful, halt!”

You’re too . . . not like me, stop!”

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Something about my mother

The whole world probably knows about my mother. So if you missed this on her birthday, redeem yourself on mother’s day. Enjoy.

Happy mother’s day mum!

Alethea's Mind

On special days like this one, I would usually go on Facebook and write a fairly long epistle to honour the one I’m celebrating. But this year, Facebook seems a limited audience for what I’m about to share. So I’m just going to use this platform, and I ask that you indulge me for a moment.

thank you

I know everyone in the world was born of a woman, and for sure, your mum, biological or otherwise, is the bestest mum in the whole universe. So we’re all grateful for mums everywhere who have sacrificed a portion or all of themselves for their children, biological and otherwise. Ever since I became a mother, I began to see life quite differently. Less of myself and more of some other person. The truth is, even though I should boast of such a love for my husband, I cannot deny that somewhere inside of me…

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New beginnings

The Spirit is surely One! This is the season so ‘Sprout’!

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Last night, I heard these words flutter through my ears about new beginnings and sprouts:

There are going to be sprouts of things that have developed in obscurity. Things that have been growing under the surface will be breaking through the loam they are buried in. The ground is giving way allowing for the manifestation of what has brewed up in the secret, dark places. Sprouting; out of the unknown.

sprouting-seed

The light of Christ’s glory bringing exposure to things that stayed unrecognizable in the shadows. The seeming disorder taking a beautiful form; finding its visible expression. Incognito, you’ve been kept in stealth to aid uninterrupted growth but now you are revealed. You will not be ashamed of what was produced. An undercover threat suddenly emerging out of nowhere; to plunder and regain all that was taken and much more.

A formidable force quietly built up under all the pressure and…

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