Month: April 2022

“I sought the Lord, and he answered me; He delivered me from all my fears. (Psalm 34:4.)

When I prepare to write a devotional, I usually seek inspiration from a particular Biblical passage or theme. I am incredibly grateful to the Lord for his faithfulness in giving me the words to write on this little corner of the internet for over three years. My prayer is that those words have brought hope and encouragement, and perhaps ministered to someone at just the time they needed to hear them. Yet this week as I write, I feel strongly that the Lord wants me to depart from my usual methods, and rather than giving biblical teaching, to share some things from my own personal testimony. I have an intense feeling that this message is meant for someone specific, so if that is you, I pray the Lord will use it to encourage you, and to achieve what he desires.
Continue reading “Cry Out To Jesus.”

As I write this, I am so aware of all the chaos in the world around us, wars, rumors of wars, grief, sorrow, and sickness. However, alongside those things is blessings. Rick warren talks about the fact that our lives are always on 2 tracks – battles and blessings. Today I want to focus on the blessings because I believe that’s what gets us through the battles, I know for me that has proved to be true.
Continue reading “Pondering On Thankfullness By Nozipho Khanda.”

I am going to begin this week’s devotional with a confession. Are you all ready? I am not fond of housework, especially dusting. Some mornings, I get up, sit down with my cup of tea, and think about all the dust in my house. I know I should get up and tackle it, but I don’t. Sometimes I spend the whole day sitting, either doodling away on my phone, reading a good book, or getting lost in creative writing. However, as the day draws to a close, I tend to feel dissatisfied, and I chide myself over everything I didn’t do. I know the following day will find me frazzled, because now I will have to tackle the previous days’ tasks on-top of my new ones. Either that, or the dusting won’t get done, and I’ll beat myself up. I’m good at that.
Continue reading “Jesus Sat.”

This coming Sunday is known in the church as Palm Sunday, and for me, it always evokes a lot of happy childhood memories. Where I grew up in the Rhondda Valley in South Wales, the days leading up to it were spent putting flowers on the graves of loved ones we’d lost. I still don’t know if this is just a Welsh tradition or whether it’s done elsewhere. Perhaps someone reading this can tell me. then on Palm Sunday itself, we paraded through our village from one church to another, obviously in an effort to portray what happened when Jesus rode into Jerusalem on his donkey. We carried palm crosses, and the brownies, guides, and scouts had flags. One year, I was given the privilege of baring the flag for the brownies, and it felt like a huge honour. These days churches seem to prefer to have their marches on Good Friday, but back then, it was always Palm Sunday. Or at least, it was for us.
Continue reading “From hero To Zero”