BEAUTIFUL LIFE

'You are a very strong woman,' she remarked 'So you can easily handle people who try and walk all over you.' 'Um... Okay.' I mumbled trying to internalize her angle of this thing. Mel had been dealing with a 'disgruntled' male colleague and in the middle of their discourse, she burst into tears. Now, for some people that may be a natural response to frustration and to others, it is just foreign. We ask ourselves questions like 'who cries in public' or go ahead and remember statements like 'never give anyone the satisfaction of seeing your tears' Recently, my workplace was doing interviews and we posed the generic question; what is your weakness? and it turned out tears were the weakness for a few of the interviewees. Can the strength of God be made perfect in out tears and frustration? I think this article by Mategyero will help answer that question. 1Peter 3:7 says; Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with them according to knowledge

The past few weeks have been somewhat busy, with me refocusing but also meditating a lot. Meditating on weakness, what it means to be weak and the implications of pretending it's not there. Growing up, up until now, I have been and continue to be a very independent mind. It takes a lot for something to influence let alone dictate my decisions (and a very deliberate effort from me to accept to be influenced). As a middle child of three, I found my wings very early in life and purposed within myself to live life with no apologies. If I felt the need to do a thing, I would do it! I did not struggle so much with people's opinions of me (I'm not sure why) but again, I just was/am a free spirit. If I ended up believing a thing, it had to go through many levels of testing until my heart was settled on it for that season. I say this because a lot of the things I believed, have morphed over time and some of them have been dropped altogether. I believe it's called growth.

Last night we had #BibleHourUg on the TL and the focus was 'The Importance Of Christian Literature' in the life of the Christian. BibleHourUg simply uses the hour between 7:30-8:30pm to create an atmosphere for conversation around the word of God. Anyway, back to Christian literature and it's importance. It is very easy to say we are dependent on the word of God and yet, in reality, we really are not. It is fancy Christian talk but when the rubber hits the rod, we quickly realize that we are more reliant on other things. We rely on 'experience;' both ours and that of other people and we give it greater importance than the word of God. Comment from Pauline Kahuubire on the TL Is there a place for experience in our Christian walk? I would believe so. For how else are we drawn to our need for a Saviour except we face our humanity? How else are we drawn to the heart of God except we trust ourselves and fail? How else can we understand or get a glimpse of our f

Lay your head on my heart my little one Many are the plans I have for you Many are the stories I hope to tell you Many are the memories I hope to carry Even as I carry you in my womb Lay your head upon my heart my little one I have seen you not But I have imagined what you will look like I have felt you turn like a storm I have felt you kick like a goalie Lay your head upon my heart my little one Many are the songs we'll sing Many are the rhymes we'll create Many are the storms we'll bear Even as we walk through life together Lay your head upon my heart my little one I dream of stars you'll shine brighter than I dream of wounds we'll cry about I dream of hugs we'll share Even as we live this life together Lay your head upon my heart my little one Daddy's eyes and Mummy's smile Daddy's laughter and Mummy's hug Daddy's protection and Mummy charms Oh, the possibilities... Lay your head upon my broken heart my little

'Why are you asking me that?' 'What concern of yours is it?' 'Why do you want to know my business?' No, those are not random questions. I sat next to her as we 'spoke' though by now you realize I was doing more listening than speaking. She kept blasting these questions out about the information I was trying to extract from her. I sat still, maintained eye contact and just waited for her to come to the end of her gunfire. 'Should I speak?' I asked. 'Are you going to give me the opportunity to answer these questions or do I just continue to sit here and take your fire?' 'What fire? Me, I'm just asking you why you want to know.' 'Okay let me speak.' I said. Now turning to face her cutting her short with my eyes. 'Why do you feel the need to defend yourself? We have barely gotten into the conversation and your gun is cocked. You just went on a firing spree. Why do you feel the need to do that?' She

'Everyone is entitled to their opinions and if you don't agree with what I say, take a walk!' Quite rude huh?! But how many times have you been on the receiving end let alone the saying end of this statement? I have never said that you respond. Fair enough; how many times have you subconsciously rubbished people's opinions because they are different from yours? How many times have you mentally rolled your eyes at what someone said because it was different from your school of thought? It's a Selah moment, right? I came to my computer to write about one thing but ended up picking inspiration to write about another. One of my friends, Samuel Kamugisha shared an article he wrote 'The Power Of Why'  and it got me thinking. His article tackles some of my latest reflections. Also, needless to say, the first thing I did was correct a grammatical mistake which he welcomed with open hands. Imagine if he had rubbished my contribution? A lot of my friends remar

I was reading a few of my older writes and it was intriguing both to concur and disagree with things I had written way back when. It highlighted how my opinions have changed over the years and the different seasons of change I have walked in. I could very easily tell what I was going through based on the tone of my 'pen'. In some seasons, I was sad and even depressed. In others, happy and blissful. And then there were the seasons of detachment; when I just didn't care that much about anything. When what came came and what didn't, didn't. It just was what it was. How fleeting human emotion can be. One day something seems to be of utmost importance and before you know it, it has faded into the endless fog of oblivion. Just like the many things that came before it. I know we have all found ourselves at points in our lives where what seemed so important in the past does not even feature at the bottom of our list of important things. And sometimes, it's even th

--> 'Could you please direct me to where the SK meet is happening?'  'Just go past that building; there's a tent just behind it' she said It was 'Easter Saturday', I honestly have no clue what the Saturday between good Friday and Easter Sunday is called. So we'll just go with Easter Saturday. Anyway, I made my way along the uneven terrain to the tent. Yellow, orange and blue balloons with white ribbons graced the tent. A beautiful face smiled at me welcoming me to the meeting. 'Hi, my name is Jessica' I said, smiling back 'I'm Agatha' she responded My eyes took in the setting. Blue chairs made a circle around mats laden with mattresses; I could already feel that warm fuzziness creep up on me. Yes, that fuzziness you feel when you walk into your house after a really long day and you're just happy to have a place to call home. This felt like home. The ladies trickled in slowly. I took menta