BEAUTIFUL LIFE

--> '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...

And may the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holyspirit be with us all, now and forever more; Amen! Smiles shone on their faces as they turned one to another wishing each other the grace. They shook hands, hugged, stared each other in the face and you could tell that what looked like a bunch of random people praying together was actually a community. A community bound together by love and understanding. The congregation started to pour out in drones, slowly breaking into huddles. Laughter broke out like dynamite, very instantaneous and rather loud. It looked almost rehearsed with people drifting in and out of smaller groups, saying hello to each other. 'We really need to pray for her cuz I heard that she's been sleeping at his house. The other day Laura saw them leave together at 7:30am.' 'What?' the rest gasped! 'Yeah, 7am. And the only way that is possible is if she spent the night at his house. Now, I can...

This afternoon, I was sitted at 'my desk' reading up on a number of things and this awesome friend of mine tagged me in an article. It's title was ' What Are You Leading People to Expect from Jesus?'

You already know what this letter is about. You and I have grown very close lately. The handholding, the walks in imaginary parks, the stolen conversations and the side-glances! All this seems real but it is not! I have felt myself drawn into your waiting arms. Your sweet smelling warm embrace! You have stirred up in me feelings I did not know I had. The love I withheld for my lover has leaked out from crevices of my heart, into your waiting arms. Slowly drawing me away from my dream with your seductive charm. I have tried to leave too often but being with you makes me giddy. My stomach lurches in excitement at the thought of you. I have been drawn away from my lover, drawn away from the one that tirelessly puts up with me. My sweet, kind, considerate and caring lover! The one who looks out for me! My lover who listens to me in ways I did not know were possible. He let’s me be myself and when I am with him I say what I think whichever way I want. It doesn’t...

Sunday afternoon, I decided to take a nap as I really felt off. I could not shake off a certain feeling that I just couldn't put my finger on. I felt it but I didn't know what this 'it' was. So I slept it off. You know how your mind says something is up but you just don't know what it is? This was me. I had been at Church earlier but even then, something was off but I just supposed I needed sleep. Waking up after my short nap, I reached for my phone to check the time. I saw a WhatsApp text pop on my notifications at 5:40pm and all it said was Nevender 'teary faces'. I bolted up out of my bed and started texting frantically, asking what she meant. 'He's gone' A million thoughts ran through my mind, I texted back anxiety coursing through my veins. I wasn't getting the information fast enough so I called Karen. And when she said what she said... I thought I was gonna run mad! There was no way! Nev always was a soldier... Nev had days whe...

Grief consumes me Leaving no space for anything else Grief surrounds me Wrapping me in her cruel embrace Choking the life out of me Leaving me no option but to feel No option but to be held Held by prickly emotions Emotions that flood me That flood every fibre of my being Grief will not leave me Invading with her all her comrades Anger. Denial. Regret. Anger. I tell myself I will not pay her any attention And she laughs her evil laugh As if to say 'I will be here' I will be here waiting Waiting for your denial to pass Waiting to swallow you up Waiting in broad daylight No need for shadows   My eyes well up Bursting forth like torrential rain Uncontrollable! Bursting forth like a broken dam Whose cracks have given way But we mourn as those with hope 13  And now, dear brothers, I want you to know what happens to a Christian when he dies so that when it happens, you will not be full of sorrow, as those are who have no hope. 14  For sinc...

I thought about what I would use as a title for this blog post but well, all I can say is it has been too long. 2017 had me in all sorts of weird places emotionally, mentally and all that but also to be very honest, I was just spread too thin! For a long time, writing was one of those things I did for the love of it. But as it turns out, do a thing so long and you'll become good at it. I think (breaks into laugh). I shall rephrase; do a thing long enough, learn to take criticism for it and learn as much as you can to better yourself at doing it. And the more you do the above, the better you become at it. I suppose you have to love it to be willing to better yourself at doing it. For instance, my love for words supercedes my understanding of them. I first stumbled into a library when I was about 7nhalf going on eight. I had read Peter and Jane growing up and I loved it. So walking into this library, I went around very fascinated by these volumes of words contained in books and...