What's in a cup?

Compliments used to slide off my scales While insults hooked into my spine with an angler’s rod   Cutting through waves that left me Hanging for a moment Without breath But to see the sight of sun Was and is worth the momentary death.   I fell back into place Into the waters below And soaked in with joy the familiar, Where rocks are round And I could swim.   I’d already plunged into depths in search of great treasures But found only darkness there. It was on the day I dared to leave My familiar terrain That I discovered there, in mid-air, The treasure in the light of day - The Kingdom of God.   I’ve been dead ever since, But alive in Christ. Hallelujah! Amen.

Am filled with sorrow  as if my world has drastically changed  unrecognisable for tomorrow Been wondering why and after much pondering on reasons simply give out a big sigh So far no words have comforted me have contemplated if it's the food I eat or if this is where God needs me to be Laid my hands on someone at church last night who burst out in tears and raised her arms up high and I was relieved because I felt her burdens leave yet my own remained in me Sought release from myself, so I gave away what I had but instead of filling me with joy, I felt nothing at all In a way it's good, because I know for sure that material goods mean nothing at all, but the heart's condition is all that counts.  Been stuck with a frown for over a week,  wonder if it's the cause of a friend who bad-mouthed me and I haven't had the strength to fight the tears or find the words to confront my pain Every day I am amazed that I can stand and walk and run if only for a little while becau...

Realise my rotten state Feel like Satan's bait For what purpose was I made? Keep going with what I know though I know it's bad for me Can't see out or through  and don't dare turn to You From different sides  they say I should try Say, what do you have to lose? Won't let me go, out of their grip Holding on tight, always in sight Feel like I can't escape no more Dear Light, dear Life, come into this man whose thoughts I think I understand because of where I've been  and because of where I see he is. Come into his room where he hides behind the doors and walls and light up every dirty corner to show him it's not that bad after all May all the sins like teardrops fall and all the wrong done against him  turn from bitterness and hate to a peaceful, blissful state Because of what You've done Because of the blood You've shed,  I can see in my mind's eyes the joy of restoration in him But please, Lord, let it not remain my vision, my idea, my dream,...

It was so cool. I just stretched out my hand and greeted all of them. They had just jumped off the bus - fresh from Korea! In my excitement of seeing them, I stopped my car and rolled down my window, explaining to them as though they understood even two words of English that I had planned to go to Korea but that I had an accident and that instead I landed up in Kroondal. And they laughed with excitement, just because I was busy shaking their hands, as though they were celebrities. Turns out, they were just the reporters, and the Korean football team was training at one of the stadiums tomorrow, so they were there to track their progress. Funny how I had almost missed that opportunity, or rather, that I had been a bit irritated with the car guard for not guiding me left so that I could get out quicker. Instead I had to drive in a circle past the entrance of the Waterfall Mall, Rustenburg, and when I saw a crowd of people in the road, I first suspected them to be a rowdy bunch of te...

I became a Christian because God granted me my wish for peace in my soul.  No matter how much I tried, my conscience got the better of me, when I smoked and drank etc.  I didn't feel guilty as much as bad, bad about walking on a path I had never wanted to walk because I had always believed to have been stronger than that.  I had seen no point in smoking cigarettes as a young teenager, so I thought that responsible and sensible attitude would remain all the days of my life.  It did not.   When I found myself on the path of self-destruction and identified it as such without denial, the answer to turn to God was obvious.  I was almost flabberghasted at my own stupidity or slowness of catching on that God's way is the right way.  That is the way to life and truth.  God in the heavens above could surely save me from myself, if I couldn't.  Surely no one else thus far had even tried saving me, for they were themselves involved in the things that corrupt the soul.   After reading ...

I am reminded of the time SISTA and I got sucked into quicksand.  It was a scary yet funny experience. And I am not sure what the lesson therein was, but I remember it fondly, as though such trying times can cause such a stir in your heart and soul because in retrospect that sudden fear seems hilarious.   We were with our parents on holiday, and we were staying in a beautiful lodge that overlooked the ocean.  The lodges were standing at the edge of a lagoon, and Melissa, being the more adventurous of the two, decided we should go paddling on a boat, just on the lagoon which snaked into a river.  The river led us to an island where we stopped the boat and hooked it on a tree branch to make sure it would not be swept away.  What would we do if our boat would disappear into the river and be washed to sea? We never thought we might disappear into the river and be washed to sea. We had paddled with the stream, so it was easy.  It was late afternoon, so we we...

There was a white dove sitting on the roof of the neighbor's house this afternoon.  I looked at its magnificent plumage.  There wasn't a scratch of grey.  A dove is a sign of peace, and I was delighted for this message today.  And then it flew away, but the moment had not passed in vain.  God told me something today that I don't think I will forget in a long time.  He said, you have always tried to reach deeper into yourself, wanting so desperately to be a deep person.  The image of the roots growing in the ground sprung to mind.  I was reminded of Alison's father's explanation of trees that become stronger than others when they do not get watered but have to find water themselves, deep down in the ground, so their roots do not grow shallow but deep.  I thought this lesson profound at the telling but even more so now.   All your life you have been reaching lower, in the hope of recognition of something inside of you that is great, magi...