oh for the world to see You as You are, not for what it makes you.
Rebel, dangerous, evil, oppressive…
You are infinitely more than we could ever imagine,
God incarnate,
taking on humble flesh.
God of comfort, filled with compassion and grace.
Your strength, love and justice,
none could ever rival.
You are more than what anyone says or thinks,
O Lord.
You are more beautiful than all creation,
You are the God of all truth,
my Saviour.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 1:19 AM UTC
when did the rough edges of daily life begin to pierce the stillness that was in my soul?
when did the light of the sun stop being a revering light? now I hide away from its brightness, cowering under its heat.
when did the wind stop being a comfort that wraps around my body, reminding me You are all around?
when did the the rain become a thing to avoid and not to dance in? now it washes the earth like a violent storm, never the same as it used to be, but its glory still evident.
when did it get so hard to see You?
to behold You?
when did life get so harsh that it clouded the awe from within me?
how I miss it.
how I miss You, O Lord.
yet, You are still my heart, despite the dullness I might feel.
You are still my Life, even though I lose hope.
You are still God,
filled with splendour and majesty.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 12:55 PM UTC
There is an independence I have not yet achieved.
A yearning for that edge, the tip of the iceberg of humanness that I am unable to grasp.
That I don’t know how to grasp.
There’s a song by Brittany Spears, that adequately describes the experience,
“I’m not a girl, not yet a woman.
All I need is time,
A moment that is mine
While I’m in between.”
I’ve never resonated with Brittany more.
Will I ever get to this moment?
And how do I get there?
I’m not a girl,
But still,
not yet a woman.
No one tells you about the pressures that come from inheriting a generation of strong women.
Not women that carry a legacy of wealth or privilege according to the values of the world,
but women who grappled, fought, worked and pushed until they escaped the mould they’d been cast into, for better.
Working from their weakest points to give their children something more, food on the table, shoes for school, books to carry, an education that they didn’t know.
This is my women.
Yet, I’m in between.
How can I measure up to achieve a portion of such lineage?
In comparison, I have come up empty, yearning to stretch out my hands to touch the sun, but too afraid to fly.
Yes, I am afraid.
Afraid and unaware of how to become this woman.
Unaware of how to achieve this independence.
God, help me, I pray, that I should be brave enough to be afraid.
brave enough to be uncomfortable, that I may honour the sacrifices that were made for me.
“I’m just trying to find the woman in me.”
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 10:27 AM UTC
Jesus can heal you.
He can fill that empty void in your chest
that never seems to find a permanent
route to satisfaction.
i know,
because He did it for me.
and when I fall off the wagon and forget,
He shows me again and again,
that the ache belongs to Him to heal.
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
I look for your face in the passing familiar cars with the hope and fear, that it’ll be you.
I don’t know what I’m looking for.
Maybe a glimpse of the past.
Maybe a glimpse of the person I was, who loved you with an aching love.
All this time, I’ve been trying to get her back, thinking that’s who I really am.
With an anxious anticipation, I enter every building, every street we’ve passed together, fearful that its you I’ll see,
Hoping that it’s you I’ll see.
All these places hold the memories of you and I, the traces of moments in time I so vividly remember.
But the time has come, when that can never be,
and yet,
I am ready to face the reality that things have changed.
That I have changed.
Now the past is just a faded memory, with dull feelings and distant dreams,
But my hope remains.
For Christ has made me well.
When I see my reflection, I remember who I am again.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
i long to gaze into my Saviour’s eyes,
His fiery eyes of glory and righteousness,
as they wept in that garden,
His voice that cried out in desperation on the cross.
the LORD, the Only True God,
crying, “ Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani,”
My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?
in His suffering, He has made me well,
that I might find my life in Him.
who can compare to the Everlasting Christ, the Lord and Saviour?
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 2:44 AM UTC
Somehow,
even when I forget who I am
and I detest who I’ve been,
You remember me.
You remember the person I’ve forgotten,
the one that feels so long gone.
You remember the moments past,
but to You, they’re not much long ago,
for Your years are ancient
and are in the depth of time itself.
When I can’t remember myself,
and I miss who I was,
You see me.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 1:12 PM UTC
Maybe as time goes by,
And heals these wounds,
As we change and morph into different versions of ourselves -
Maybe then, the time will be right.
Or maybe, the time will never be right
And all we’ll have are the moments passed.
I’ll miss you forever,
With an aching heart that will never forget you.
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC