It is a love revolution

I only have one resolution this year: To Know God intimately. Since 1st of January that has been my journey. I think of Him often and really starting to quiet myself to hear Him. My focus is Him.

I once heard a great answer to a question often asked by Christians: “Why do I struggle to memorise scripture, but I remember all the best moments of my favourite TV show?”

It is because that what you focus, give attention to, will determine the value of it in your mind and make you remember it better than that what you don’t focus on. So to us Bible believing Christians who struggles to memorise Scripture, it just means that something else in your mind carries a higher value than the Word.

I figured that it then must be true about all things in life, therefore I deliberately decided to choose God first in my day. “But Linda, you are this Christian and write all these blogposts? I thought you chose God all the time?” The truth is I did, but I did it out of my view and need. What do I need at that moment and approached God accordingly.

This year I made Him my sole focus. I seek Him first. And since He is LOVE, that is where I started. With His Love. I am only 16 days in, and already I have cried more than I have this past year. Not tears of sadness, but absolute tears of joy and ridiculous believe that this God actually exists. I have come to realise that His Gospel is to Good to be true, yet it is. It keeps me busy, this whole thing of the cross.

His love is outrageous, and I stand in absolute wonder when I hear Him call my name. He calls me, He doesn’t hide, He doesn’t hold back.

His Love is a real force to deal with. And I am slowly finding myself to become completely addicted to it.

I know when I write these things, people read it out of either their own perception of me or if you don’t know me, just read it out of what they are going through. These blogs make me very vulnerable and I expose myself to so much criticism or judgement.

I guess what I am trying to say is it doesn’t matter, what I am experiencing at this moment with God, just by reading His word, worshipping Him and resting in Him, is more than enough.

I once read a vision someone had of worship in Heaven. Jesus was standing in the middle of this field and thousands of people were standing around Him, worshipping Him, some were standing eyes closed, others were kneeling down, a few were lying with their faces flat down on the ground. I always wondered about those ones. What did they see to cause them to flatten themselves before God? It is the same with King David. What did he see when he danced undignified before the ark of God when it came to the city of Jerusalem?

By the grace of God, I am starting to see.

We are part of a massive Love Revolution.



Where my faith is without borders.


Recently, while driving, to a family wedding, with David fast asleep on the backseat, my husband and I started to talk about this last year. There is absolutely no way for me to even start to speak about this year without tears streaming down my face. This one was deep. My husband and I do not recognise me at all after  this year. So much has changed and shaped in me, but one thing is for sure, I am walking free.

This year I faced a lie that was rooted in me for 32 years. Yes, I am 33, which means that this lie was part of my life from the beginning. Being a mom, I know that we want to protect our children { and loved ones } against all the schemes of the Enemy. The thing is, and this I learned the hard way: We can’t.

The lie that I believed from the beginning of my time, was that I am a victim. Not going to go into the details on why I believed this lie, but I remember one stormy night in my marriage this past year, where Stoffel looked at me and said: “You see, that is the thing, I can’t say these things to you without you thinking that you are the victim.”

Believing that you are a victim makes you selfish to the core. Yes, we can dolly it up by  saying things like: Go for your dreams only you can make them come true, believe in yourself because no one else will or be the light that you want to see in this world. All powerful sayings. All based on one concrete lie: It is you against the world.

You have to fight for yourself, you have to protect yourself, you , you, you… From the outside, it looks noble, but truthfully, it reeks of self-righteousness. Harsh  words? Harsh  reality.

The thing is believing this lie makes you an orphan in your thinking:

Here are just a couple of examples of the differences between the thinking of an orphan and that of a Son:

  • Image of God : Orphan – See God as a Master, a slave driver, far away. Son- See God as a loving Father.
  • Future :  Orphan – Fight for what you can get. Son- Sonship releases your inheritance.
  • Dependency : Orphan – Independent/ Self- reliant.  Son- Interdependent/Acknowledges needs.

The truth that I finally embraced this year is that God is God and I am not. 🙂 Obviously, Linda, yes, obviously, but how easily do we really trust God? It is easy to put out your faith for something big like a new car , or promotion, but I have come to realise that it is way more difficult as an orphan to believe God with my life.

To believe that He’s got this. I look at my boy and my heart wants to protect him against anything. Until one morning when Papa gave me a gentle nod and said : “I am God the Redeemer.” My son needs to make mistakes and learn to accept the embrace and guidance from His heavenly Papa.

The same with me. I needed to learn to live with faith without borders. To believe that as His daughter that He will provide, take care of me. This changed my prayer life,  no longer was it a rumbling on of what I need as if I needed to convince and remind God that He is a Good God. No, I trusted in His Goodness and accepted His Love. That is why I cry so often now in His presence. I have learned that He truly loves me.

I learned this year that my whole life is filled with His grace. I cannot move without His grace. I am absolutely nothing without His grace in my life. He upholds me, guides me, protects me. I have learned to say: Let’s trust Him. I have learned that even with really sad situations in my life that He comforts. I have learned that He does set free and He does liberate. I have learned to take responsibility for my actions. I have learned to manage my actions to live a life that will give honour to Him.

But at the same time, I started to get to know a God that mesmerises me. He is not a weak God, He is the God of justice and His word needs to be taken in a serious light. I listen to so many who doesn’t believe God, talking about Him and I shudder. I want to warn them: This is not a God that you want to challenge in your pride.

One specific Sunday after the pastor spoke about God pruning us, a lady walked up to me and said: “Surely God won’t do that! He won’t prune you so much that nothing is left of you?” I just looked at her with my history of this year in my mind. I was incredibly thankful for His pruning, it saved my life. My answer: ” Well, if all of you is bad for you, The Good Father will prune to make sure all the bad is dead and that only the good grow. ”

You see faith is the only place where you can meet this God. It takes the move of the impossible to bring about His kingdom in your life.So many of us think that we can control our lives, marriages, family relationships and businesses.But I have learned and I saw so many others learn it this year, we  ALL need His grace.

My prayer for 2017: Jesus, call me out on the waters, to find you in the Mystery. To live with faith without borders. I am not interested in doctrines, my soul found the One that Loves.


A moment that silences you for eternity

“But why?” I asked Hephzibah, my tour guide on my recent trip to Israel, after she finished yet another sad story of the Jewish people’s persecution  “Because they hate the God of Israel.” was her answer.

I am not Jewish but have tremendous respect for the Jews. I, however, believe in Jesus and that He is the Messiah. But these words of Hephzi really hit a cord. Walking in Israel made the onslaught and hatred of the enemy so evident. He hates God and will do anything to destroy His people. He will literally go as far as trying to destroy a country that was given to the people of God.

Instead of trying to wrap my mind around why there is so much evil and why , my heart wondered to a scripture by Paul in Ephesians:

Ephesians 6:12 NKJV – 12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.

I had to ask myself who is this God that they are warring against? The extremeness of this hatred had me asking why?

I went to Israel as a Christian, walked where Jesus walked, saw what His eyes saw. But all through it on several occasions, I saw a True picture of Him.

This is not a weak Messiah that needs to defend His ways. He came, He conquered and He is sitting at the right hand of God waiting for the time that His enemies will be made His footstool.

Hebrews 10:12-13 NIV – 12 But when this priest had offered for all time one sacrifice for sins, he sat down at the right hand of God, 13 and since that time he waits for his enemies to be made his footstool.

This is not a God to be taken lightly.

With all the stories of horror, you still hear the miraculous stories amongst the Jews. Their God is still their guard, waiting patiently for their eyes to see the true Messiah, Jesus Christ.

I remember a reading in the Chronicles of Narnia about a description they had about Aslan the Lion, C.S Lewis portraying of Christ:

“Aslan is a lion–the Lion, the great Lion.”

“Ooh!” said Susan, “I’d thought he was a man. Is he–quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.”

“That you will, dearie, and no mistake,” said Mrs. Beaver, “if there’s anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they’re either braver than most or else just silly.”

“Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy.

“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver. “Don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King I tell you.”

This is how I feel. I saw a Jesus with fire in His eyes. The fierce look in His eyes is that of absolute justice and righteousness, consumed with perfect love. There is absolutely no way that you can walk away from an encounter like that and not be changed. Yet through this radical revelation of the Fear of God, I heard Him loud and clear, I am His and He is mine.

This stripped me from me. It cleared me from all of me. No, I don’t believe that I must become less for Him to become more. No, I don’t believe in being a worm in front a fearful God. I was just silenced with absolute respect and awe of Who He is.

My natural instinct is to lie down of what I see as important: The praises of men, the ever seeking of who I am, the approval of many and just stand “naked” in front of my King fully aware that I have been accepted and completely humbled that this magnificent  God found me worthy.

I have so much  awareness of what my thoughts are, not wanting to tolerate anything that is not from His lips. I want to live my life worthy of His name.

This is not a meek Jesus on the cross. No, this is a Living God Who has set the captives free, Who made me a Son of the Most High. I am no longer a slave, I am a child of God.

and all I have to show for it is gratitude and faith.



p.s I also went as a photographer 😉

Have a look at more photos on my business page: Linda Fourie Photography




Vyf Minute

Dit gebeur so gereeld dat die lewe net aangaan. Ek dink vanoggend daaraan. Daar was al so baie seer in my lewe en net so baie oomblikke van absolute geluk. Met elke sekonde is U daar, en ek beweeg aan.

Vanoggend is ek haastig, ek het afsprake, ‘n kind en gaan Israel toe Vrydag. Israel, ‘n geskenk van U!

Ek tik my eposse vinnig, vergeet om te kyk of ek reg spel, maar my kop is al op die volgende . Ek draai net weg om op te staan weg van my rekenaar, toe ek die liedjie hoor.

“Vyf minute Linda,”Hoor ek sag.”Vyf minute saam met My.”

Ek ken U my Jesus, en allehoewel ek U al so goed ken, vergeet ek mensekind ook net te maklik hoe nodig ek U aanraking elke dag het. En ek het gesit vir daardie vyf minute. Daardie vyf minute het twentig geraak en ek het toegelaat dat U liefde my hart kom vul.

U woord het die laaste twee weke my lewe so gevorm. En vandag wil ek net aan U sê:

“Ek sit.”

Lief vir U en baie dankie vir my besige lewe.

He is a Father…


The biggest buzz at this moment in the South African Christian world is that the very controversial pastor from America, Steven Anderson, was banned from coming to South Africa.I followed the story, but quickly got bored with all bickering and went on with my day.

Today marked the day that my boy started to walk confidently. I posted about this event just two weeks ago, but a week after David took his first steps, he just stopped. I could not fathom why and google was at a loss with all my endless questions as to why he stopped walking. Finally, I just gave up and let him be, and what do you know, he starts walking confidently all by himself.

While I was outside with my boy walking away, I suddenly felt the presence of God. Peace came around me and mister waddle in front of me. Through all the giggles of my little who is discovering the world at an alarmingly fast pace, I was vaguely aware of His Presence. It was as if God was walking with me and both Him and I were astonished at the beauty of this boy and his innocence.

I took note of this and went of with my day.

I hurt my Achilles tendon through who knows what and was on my way to the physiotherapist this afternoon when I sensed God again. This time, just riding with me in my car, soaking up the glorious sunshine. My upcoming trip to Israel is two weeks away and the timing of this injury is just not ideal. I chatted to Him about it, but just received a calm reassurance that all will be ok.

As I pulled up at the practice, I heard Him say: “You are a beautiful woman.”  As He said it, I was right at the door of the practice that had a mirror in . I looked at my reflection and saw the bandage around my ankle and my very sweaty face, but I felt His adoration and lifted my head in confidence.

This evening we went to the beach and once again God came with. My dogs actually behaved themselves and allowed a little boy to pat them without jumping up against him. My husband was processing his day with me and again, I heard God’s voice: ” He is My beloved son.”

Only now, it dawned on me, I think Mr Steven Anderson has not tasted the love of this Father yet. He knows God but missed the heart of the Father. Only orphan thinking would wish doom on a country when he has been banned from it. Only orphans will point fingers filled with wrath at how lost our nation is .  A true son will take responsibility and step up to the plate. Like the One true Son did so many years ago. The One that was without sin, became sin for us to walk free. My prayer now for this man is that he will receive such a revelation of God’s Father heart.

He is a Father in our everyday lives and He is absolutely besotted with us. He is not ashamed to be seen with us. His Love is proud to be seen with me. He does not give His heart in pieces, He gave it wholly. His Love is a fire burning bright for me. His love is not passive and it is never disengaged. His love hangs on every word He says.






An insider’s guide to unspeakable joy

These last couple of weeks, I started to notice a trend again: Performance. It is such a big part of our world. We perform for recognition, for self-gain, to become the best. We strive to be the best versions of ourselves and deliver without any weakness or fault. We step up to plate, keep the standard high and do anything in our power to not lose face.

It is a sneaky disease, easily disguised as excellence and professional, but in the core rotten. Why? Because you are it’s centre and you have to keep it in balance and it requires everything from you.

Performance has a hidden agenda of jealousy and competition. Smiling outwardly because, let’s face it, what people think of you is vital, but on the inside, we are so critical on others and mostly on ourselves.

This little disease crawled into my world through my son. David is now 13 months old and he still crawls. When he turned one, I anxiously started to wait for those first steps. But it never came. I then started with my explanation mantra to calm myself by saying: Crawling is good for him, he must crawl as long as possible. But my heart cringed when he came in contact with other walking kids and because he is still crawling away, they did not see him or treated him as still a baby by taking away his toys. This mother’s heart almost lost it!

Then came google: “By when must your baby walk?” then came the accusing questions to my ever chill husband: ” By when did you walk? He must be like you! ” { Mind you , I started walking at 14 months.}

Then came the flat out lie covered in fear: ” He is lazy/ scared / something is wrong.”

I then by God’s grace read somewhere that for him to gain confidence, I must act like a clown and pretend to fall for him to see that it is ok to fall. In other words, I have to pretend like walking can be painful and real but still full of fun, just like life. I have to break the performance mindset.

So this morning, I decided to do it. I put him down and helped him to stand. He looked nervously at me, and I tried to explain to him that all will be ok, when the next moment, it sounded like a party erupted in my house. My nanny, Memory, the golden angel, walked into the room at that exact moment, saw him standing all by himself and burst out in a joyful sound and started dancing like crazy because this boy was just standing!

Then the miracle happened: He got so excited about this celebration, he started to walk!!!

I was at a loss for words and just burst out into a  song and started clapping my hands in celebration of my beautiful boy, joining in on their little party! For the next hour, it sounded like the circus was in town. Memory and I laughed and clapped and pretended to fall, while David giggled himself silly while standing and taking small steps towards us trying to join in on the fun!

I looked at Memory in absolute wonder because yet again, she was the man of the hour.

So this post is dedicated to this remarkable woman and the lessons I have learned from her through observing her in my life. She is joyful, yet her whole life gave her enough reason not to be. She is from Zimbabwe and like many of her fellow countrymen, in order to have a future for her, she left her family and came and settled here in South Africa. Here she met another Zimbabwean man, Ronnie, and they got married. Both are incredible people to whom I am ever grateful.

But this is how Memory lives and my insiders guide to unspeakable joy:

God is her everything. I have not met a person more committed to serving Him. Her life is that of Worship. She arrives every morning with music in her ears and often asks me to leave worship music on as she works.

She lives prayerfully. She brings everything to God and leaves it there.

She knows how to celebrate. The example of David is just one tale of how Memory celebrates people. She has met so many of my friends and I always tell her their story when they leave. She is always so in awe of who they are and remembers to ask me how they are doing if I say that we must pray for them.

One day she asked me for prayer because it was her first time at a conference. I was confused because two weeks prior to this request, I remember her telling me that she attended a conference. That Monday after the weekend, she came to work with a smile on her face and told me with so much joy that it went well. Confused I asked her why this conference needed special prayer in comparison to the others? Turns out that she was the main speaker at the conference of about 3000 attendees. I was stunned!

She walks in humility and has a healthy fear for her living God and this all adds to one very joyful woman that I share my house with.

My last tip to help you break the mould of performance is to learn to laugh at yourself.

I did this morning and my boy now walks! 😉



Standing like those before me


Yesterday, while driving back from a weekend away with family, I looked out of the window of the car and saw the signs of spring. It was a cold, windy day and although the temperatures indicated that spring is still a distant hope, the budding flowers on the trees were evidence that this is not the case.

I stared in wonder at the textures, the dark grey cloudy sky, the green fynbos, the beautiful pink flowers and yellow canola fields. Peace overcame my heart and I just realised, live goes on in the middle of it all. Seasons start and seasons pass, yet through it all He is faithful.

Last night we experienced a thunderstorm, something that is not common here in the Cape. It was loud and both my husband and I woke up to the thunder. We looked into our baby boy and saw him sound asleep. The wonder of his peace  in the middle of the storm, made me look at Jesus. All these things just bring me to my knees. He is a God far above my understanding and expression.

Last week I felt a prompting to read the crucifixion. I finally feel bold enough to type this: If Christianity seems  legalistic and full judgement to you, I can now honestly say, as someone that finally embraced His Grace in my life, you believe the wrong gospel. Just reading through Mathew made me realise this God is a consuming fire of love. I don’t read judgement, I read sacrifice all out of a pure heart of LOVE:

[Mat 27:45-54 NKJV] 45 Now from the sixth hour until the ninth hour there was darkness over all the land. 46 And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?” that is, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?” 47 Some of those who stood there, when they heard [that], said, “This Man is calling for Elijah!” 48 Immediately one of them ran and took a sponge, filled [it] with sour wine and put [it] on a reed, and offered it to Him to drink. 49 The rest said, “Let Him alone; let us see if Elijah will come to save Him.” 50 And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit. 51 Then, behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; and the earth quaked, and the rocks were split, 52 and the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised; 53 and coming out of the graves after His resurrection, they went into the holy city and appeared to many. 54 So when the centurion and those with him, who were guarding Jesus, saw the earthquake and the things that had happened, they feared greatly, saying, “Truly this was the Son of God!”

Imagine just the absolute shock of the soldiers when they realised that they indeed did crucify the Son of God!

See, here is the thing, we all fall short of the glory of God. We are all enemies of God. Maybe that self-righteous Christian caused you to stop believing in Him. If this is true, I am so sorry that you experienced such judgement, but I can tell you it is not God.

See moments before Jesus died and all these miracles happened at His death, just proving that He is indeed the son of God, He prayed: “Father, forgive them as they do not know what they do. ”

In this prayer, one can see His heart. In His darkest hour, He forgave and still gave up His life to buy us free. Our fight is not against flesh and blood. It is not against the person who judges, persecutes or even maliciously hurts you. It is the devil who had a right to our lives. His right was to kill, steal and destroy. And here is the shocker. We gave him that right. At the sin Fall, we chose the lie of the enemy above the truth of our Maker and through this, we became enemies of Him.

Then God sends His son, while we were still enemies of God, and set us free from the curse we brought upon ourselves. He made a new covenant with us that doesn’t have to be sustained by us, but by His perfect grace in us. This is all Love.

Not one of us has a foot to stand on. We don’t have a wagging finger to show, we only have the grace that was freely given and I pray that you, hurting due to all the judgement, may see this.

You are not you, without Him.

When I think about all of this, I am truly humbled. Really, my life is glorious, but I do know it is really not because I was acting gloriously. I do too struggle, yet every time He comes and restores. I am completely baffled.

My prayer is that one day my boy may know this God and follow Him.

Like so many others before me, I now stand in absolute awe of Him.

“Saam met engele wil ek ook nou iets bring, my woorde is min, maar hier moet ek begin want U is Alles vir my.” -Retief Burger.



You’ve changed.

Today marks 4 months without my personal Facebook. The only reason I know this, is because I just counted the months before I started writing this blog.

Last night I thought of my upcoming , solo me, Arniston Spa weekend. Hubby is spoiling me by sending me off to go and relax. A friend from that area,who I haven’t seen in the last 5 months, heard that I am on my way to that side of the world and asked me to meet up for some coffee. It has been 5 months since we last chatted and I am excited to hear how he is doing.

I don’t know about you, but I do think about these kuiers. I play them out in my head, wondering what I will answer when this is asked or that is asked. I want to be honest, but not overshare, so to me, my words must carry just the right amount of weight.

Last night when I was making tea, I went over this question: “So, how are you?” And with all honesty I could say, I am doing extremely well. Nothing majorly changed. I did not get a new house, or a better car . But I did stop going onto Facebook. And it absolutely amazes me the fruit that came out of it.

The best thing is other people are starting to notice the changes as well. One specific couple who I never thought know about me, came up to me the other day and asked what is my secret? I really only can answer no Facebook, but can’t word why exactly Facebook dragged me down.

Maybe it is the constant subtle comparison, maybe it is the lack of bad news that bombards me daily or maybe it is the free time that I have now. What I do know, I am engaged with my life.

Thinking of leaving Facebook?

Here are some tips:

  • I have business pages so I do need a personal profile that can manage those pages. I created another profile and added that profile as administrator to all my business pages. I then deleted my original account and only use this alter ego profile to manage those pages. You have to have some friends in order for Facebook not harass you with ” finish your profile” reminders,so I added businesses that use a personal account for their businesses.
  • I have a twitter account but never go on there. Only reason why I still keep the twitter account is because of my business that is linked to the account.
  • I am active on Instagram. I LOVE Instagram mostly because it is in a picture format. I rarely read  what people write under it. Only if a picture really interest me, do I read about it. I have two profiles, one for business and one for personal use and I keep them separate. I don’t want to follow photographers on my personal account. I follow them on my business account. My personal account is private and this helps me to control who follow me. I found that Facebook became a very public platform, where with Instagram there is still a measure of privacy with regards to people sharing only the beautiful enriching ideas in pictures on there.No political headlines and anti-anything movements. Just peace, calm and serenity! 😉
  • Read a real book. Try it.
  • Get a new hobby. Scrolling on your phone and building your online persona is for some a hobby that requires so much time. Find something else to do in that time. I am writing a book at the moment.
  • Go “old school ” again, by using text messages to communicate or to say happy birthday!

Anyway, let me know how it is going.

To end this post, I will be extremely ironic and share it on Facebook, because let’s face it, you have to choose your crowd! 😉

A Random picture of a fish I took on my recent trip to the aquarium .

There is not a greater call than to lay it all down for You.

We owe the world an encounter with Jesus.

Many years ago during my biggest battle for my health, there was a moment when everything that we believe in was challenged. We believe in miracles, we believe in healing, we believe in the goodness of God. But at that moment, in that uncertainty , we doubted.

It was literally a milli-second that doubt entered our minds. Maybe everything that we believed was a hoax. Maybe all the miracles we saw was just an act. Here I am, fighting to stay alive and so many people were praying for me, and hope was very fragile. My husband took my hand and said to me that it doesn’t matter what the cost, he will fly the world to find a cure. He will knock down the doors of major healing evangelist just for me to get healed. It reminded me of the story of the man that was lowered through the roof to get healed by Jesus.

The reality of our situation then was we were in desperate need for the Kingdom of God to be all that He says it is. And we were not disappointed. God did show and He did deliver. He delivered through people, His Spirit and the medical world. I am healthy today .

But that was not the only moment that I needed God to be God. Ever since then we have gone through major events where our outcries were silent to the world but heard by God. And He delivered.

In the middle of an unfaithful world, He was faithful…

He has proven Himself to us over and over again, and this is what really gets me, He doesn’t have to . He is God. I am human. I was created by Him.Without His powerful Grace, this world won’t exists. Yes, it is true. Doesn’t matter what you believe about Him or even if you don’t believe in Him, it doesn’t change who He is. He is the King of Kings, the Creator of all things, The Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the END. He holds the universe in the palm of His hand. And this magnificent God, laid down His life for us.

The King of the Universe, exchanged His thrown to become a mortal human, all for us to be set free. Talk about game of thrones.

With every song of worship, it became more and more clear to me. God is not blessed because I worship Him, I am blessed because I worship Him. He has proven Himself faithful to me, little old me. He has been my biggest encourager, my most Gentle advisor, my most loyal Friend and my biggest deliverer.

With every worship song, and I listen to it daily, I have become more and more undone. Till finally I came to this place in my life where I understand why David became undignified because the arc was back with him. David had the Presence back in his life.I have come to this place where Him and all that He stands for, has become the reason why I am alive.

Yes, to your naked eye , I might be unconventional, I might be a weirdo and I might even ruffle your feathers, I do want to apologise if I made you feel that way. But I am not going to stop worshipping my God.

You see, I am going for the more. I am going for all of Him because what I have now, is still not enough. Wether I sink,or swim,makes no difference, I am beautifully in over my head. { a line out of one of my favourite songs.}

I want to encourage you, for just one second, try not to enter His presence with a way that you want Him to look like that won’t ruffle your feathers. Honour Him enough to allow Him to be Him.

That moment when we doubted, became the moment we have been set free from the fear of man. We passed the prejudice stage and went right into a desperate place of “Oh God anything from You will do.”

He is not finished with us, and we will not stop following Him.

The beauty of it all, His Love is proud to be seen with me.


Have a blessed day.


Prophetic word for June/July 2016 for the church

It is not often that I type the Prophetic words God give me. Weekly have a chat with God about what is going on in the nations and what He wants to say to the nations. I then pray through the words and release them with God. I then follow well known prophets to see if they hear the same thing, and am always so extremely excited that right across the world , God is speaking the same thing.

This will be my first word that I release out of my own accord but had me shaken to the core and so excited for what is ahead.

End of June I busy with a jog early in the morning when God spoke to me. I came around a bend with music in my ears just as the sun was rising. The sun was so bright that I had to stop to shield my eyes. Immediately the atmosphere changed to that of victory. I could sense that a great battle was fought and won.

I sensed Daddy God say the following:

” My glory is about to shine so brightly that the lost will be blinded by it. My glory will bring the believers into true worship and as they stand to worship Me, their shadow formed by my Light of Glory will cast over the lost and the lost will be able to look up and not be blinded by my Glory. They will then see Me and also turn to worship. My church has entered the time to shine, my Church will not fade away but will now more than ever before shine brightly.”

I sensed the victory of His church and sensed that He will not allow His bride to suffer any longer under false accusations.

I believe as we as believers turn to Him in true worship, He will be seen by those who cannot see Him yet.

Have a blessed week.