Death


World war three is raging over my soul, my temptations are plenty, my fears tremendous and my apathy, deadly!

I find relief in my cruel arms, mental fog clears just long enough for me to see the blood on my hands. Before Esau can appear, I’ve stubbed myself again,slowly, receiving my wage.

I’m dying


He wa born, He lived, He took, on Hos shoulders, our weight of sin.  For His glory, for our sakes, he took it all.

Hope for the fallen


We all fall at one point or the other … at least I know that I do. In Leviticus, we are given a list of does and don’ts that go beyond the 10 commandments. Reading Leviticus, I find myself being checked for sin and being found guilty, but also as it speaks of sacrifices, it points to Christ redeeming us. If anyone of us is stuck in a painful aftermath of disobedience to God,  read Leviticus 26 and find hope. Read the whole chapter and pay particular attention to verses 44 onward. Despite it all, He keeps His covenant with us and loves us, so keep your eyes on Jesus, don’t falter in your sin.

We found him


We’ve been looking for an old man …for a few years now. Yesterday, we got some good news. We found his grandson … only we found him 3 months too late …too late. The old man died, probably wondering what had happened to all of us; Our old man probably felt abandoned by his people … his clan. We found him 3 months too late ……. only for griefs sake. I have found the elderly to be treasures, I seek them out, almost. My elderly family members are rare, so I try as much as possible to enjoy them while I have the chance. Death is certain, but it always hurts, even with the hope of Christ, it burns … I wish I could say otherwise, but today, I feel so so sad. We found him, a little too late …

Family


Family are the friends that God picks for us. Once they are gone, there’s no getting them back, so love them, treat them like the rare beauty they are. Don’t focus so much on what they do wrong, but look at their good and love them despite their flaws. Love big, love selflessly, like your life depends on it and expend your care, because there comes a time when you can’t shower that love on anyone.

Love


Love … what is love?

beautiful beautiful love,

Is it shaped like a heart,

does it skip beats like a murmur?

No,

ugly ugly love

is shaped like a spear pierced heart

skips no beats, it’s passion!

yes

beautiful beautiful love

soaked in blood like an abattoir,

Blood stained tombs made whole!

No

ugly ugly love

turned in riches for rugs

beauty for Sheol and it’s death

Yes

Beautiful beautiful love

tore my tomb open

restored my moth eaten flesh

No

ugly ugly love

can take it all away

Christ stands victorious

Christ is love

 

Book review: God is the Gospel


I’ve been meaning to review this book for a while now, but haven’t gotten to it. I read this book a while ago, and these are my thoughts. John Piper makes a compelling case for how and why God is the Gospel. I found myself constantly agreeing with what he said and found nothing disagreeable in the book. The only thing I can say that I found odd, was that I found myself not having a heart reaction, which for me is a shame, because mere head knowledge is not what the Gospel should do, or at least that’s what I think. That’s not to say there’s anything wrong with the book; I think the problem is the state of my heart before God, and not what’s being presented, which I think is a dangerous place to be. What I think this book does, is dispel the notions that the Gospel is people centred, because at the end of the day, we find our being in Christ and only God is the centre of all we believe. It offers hope, even for me who has all this head knowledge–because the Gospel is about God, and His glorious ways, and because we fit into His picture–He loves us, for His glory’s sake, and that works in our favour. If you are struggling to understand how the Gospel works, or even if you are struggling to find contentment, and glorify God in all seasons, this book will make for good reading … I for one plan on reading this book again.

 

down the isle


The doors open, and that’s her cue. She turns to baTata and smiles, her heart lessening it’s flatter. He looks different in a suit, but black is definitely his colour; she’s never seen him look this handsome. Hooking her arm in his, he leads her forward. This is the last time he will lead her, and she’s filled with a sense of loss; her father, her world—but only momentarily because before her is a man she loves. Her steps, in line with her father, she’s focused only on the two men; the one beside her and the one ahead of her. The music, her pledge to the man in front of her and a testament to the one beside her, she smiles at the words as tears fill her big brown eyes behind the veil. Her heart picks up pace again as her father hands her over to the other man in black, her small delicate hand in his big hand, one hand against her back, he places her hand in her fiancé’s arm and urges her forward. She hesitates; there’s something missing.

Putting her arms around her father’s neck, she whispers in his ear “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiles, before releasing her so the service can start.

Clean slate


Clean slate, we come into this world,

Nothing written on the pages of our lives

Like trees even before they’re pressed between our palms,

We are soft, angels they say,

 

But in our veins flood the messages from those before

Like branding irons, our parents passed on

Beyond our comprehension, traits, their choices,

They say genes remember…

 

Curses! Like Cain! Like Adam! Like me!

Shot by my life giver before my life began

Cursed by love, out of fear of her past

My genes do remember …

 

My sin calls curses out, stronger!

Truth is less audible in this noise

Of who’s right or wrong,

And whether I’m possessed or just maimed by fate.

 

My sin drowns Love’s calls;

Truth is less audible in this vision

Noosed round my neck by your loving hands

My genes do remember…

 

If not because of fate or makeup

Then by mere words spoken

Like knives, they draw out your blood in me

My genes will remember…

 

Seen only as a product of your choices

Cursed beyond even Christs’ blood

Whatever sins were hers to bear

I’m branded with, for life, to bear…

 

Oh yes, my genes will remember

If you let them, might remember

Christ’s blood louder calls

Louder than these curses and visions of me.

Domestic violence, a confession.


This is it, this is my confession. Hi, I am Blessings on a hill, I am 26 and I was a victim of domestic violence.