Some of those dreams that were put into the very fabric of our being are now just distant memories that we put away and categorised under fanciful and unrealistic.

When you bury your dreams and desires with the greatest of devotion, by handing them over to God, something changes.

There is something significant that happens when we position ourselves for greater personal growth and stretching. It’s like we are saying to God, ‘I’m here- I’m ready for you- do what you will.’

I'm learning that going to God empty is good too. In fact, it's essential. Without that emptiness, I could resist His infilling or be unprepared for an unprecedented move of God.

If we say we are lovers of Jesus then we need to be unafraid of isolation and the silence that accompanies it. It's in that solitude that He meets with us.

Almost always, in there, restoration is preceded by demolition and destruction. Terrible but true.

This seemingly powerless creature brought me to a place of repentance and renewed trust in a God who was way more solid and dependable than that wall on which it hung on.

Journaling has brought me sanity and comfort when people have let me down big time. It helped me regroup and ground myself when I felt like circumstances could wash me down a sinkhole.