Today I am grateful for…

We survived one week of lock-down, it’s almost Monday and we have almost reached our 14 days of self-isolation. On Monday we can declare ourselves safe!

I could hear how people asked me; “how are you feeling?” and they didn’t mean how I was feeling about the weather or lock-down or work from home thing. They really wanted to know if I was in the slightest bit sick. Then they always asked about hubby, how is he feeling? Is he also OK?

I was always too scared to mention that sometimes I had a cough. That’s the thing nowadays you can’t cough or sneeze without getting some kind of panicked reaction….nope it’s not always corona.

We are fine, we really are! I am so grateful for God’s protection so many airports, places, things and people that we touched.

One week of lock-down and I am grateful for our holiday even when everything was shutting down behind us or ahead of us. I am grateful that we managed to get on a flight back home before all airlines parked their planes on runways, and airports became large creepy empty spaces.

Grateful for my family, the comfort of my home, that I was able to stay home and work in my PJ’s and slippers. That I can take a break to make lunch (not just eat at my desk) well actually the kitchen might be a problem, I spend way too much time there and I fear I’ll get out of this fatter than I came in! Just this week I baked two cakes (one flopped) I made bread and my own pizza from scratch!! See what I mean? Fat!

But I am grateful for the comforts and freedom of working from home and having a salary at the end of the month.

I am grateful for nature, the joy of the birds and the loud hadeda, that inspire love in some and hate in others. Has anyone noticed that they are louder now that we are home? Maybe I hear them as louder because I am not rushing to do something or to go somewhere. Grateful for the slow days, no traffic, no crowds, no business. Grateful for the generous amount of rain we have had, it has reminded me of Ireland and also, no one wants water restrictions in winter.

Grateful for the gift of prayer, we can all pray and I have been praying and thinking of my family spread all over the world, if we need to comfort one another we are so far even for that…I miss them so much it hurts.

And then I have to say I am grateful for technology – for this nonsense called Facebook and Twitter and Instagram, because although it is not always a good distraction, and it consumes us, and teaches our children things we don’t like if we did not have this crazy distraction and connection right now how would we “talk” to each other when we are on lock-down and social distancing?

You know that I am friends with my cousins’ children that I had never met in real life. But because of this thing called Instagram, we connect and chat to each other occasionally and we stay in touch. If it wasn’t for that we would be complete strangers, but I arrived in Portugal and meeting and hugging them for real for the first time was like ♥ I don’t know how to explain it, it was magical and wonderful and emotional and all things fuzzy and warm.

As churches are closed all over the country and in other parts of the world I see pastors of our churches posting videos of themselves doing devotionals. Little messages of encouragement from others, as they learn to use their cell phones and become more and more comfortable with the camera and posting their videos. I love them and they have brought me peace over the past week.

My sister and her family have been locked up and cooped up in a two bedroom apartment for much much longer than us, oh Itlay ☹ your numbers are still so high. I hear the pain in her voice sometimes.

So tonight when everything was silent and the rain was softly falling we received a special message from our own pastor on WhatsApp.

We can’t go to church tomorrow but no one and nothing is stopping us from worshiping together. And so we received his message; something inspirational and uplifting as some of us will be fasting tomorrow and praying. Yip worshiping with our phones in our hands, who would’ve thought this could ever happen!?

Ah I am grateful that this technology can keep us connected for now. And I am especially grateful for the soft confident voice saying that we are to put our complete trust in Him. He will give us courage to face this crisis, Be still and put your trust in Him.

Happy Sabbath all ♥

Watch and Pray

This week the words watch and pray or be vigilant and pray were on my mind often. I don’t know why? And this kept popping up in many strange and different places.

Watch and Pray.

And then for some reason my eye fell on this one verse. After that I found the other verses quite easily….but you know I didn’t even read the whole verse. Just the first two words – watch and pray – and very clearly I realised this was for me. I must watch my life, not the life of others, and I must keep praying not talking.

When the bible says watch and pray it’s not for us to watch what others are up to. It’s so simple and so beautiful. Be still and quiet and listen and you will hear a still voice telling you “be watchful of your own life and keep praying”


Matthew 26:41 – “Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

Luke 21:36 – “Be always on the watch, and pray that you may be able to escape all that is about to happen, and that you may be able to stand before the Son of Man.”

Mark 14:38 – “Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

I love this so much

Being Lost

This morning I left the house at 05h00 to take my bear to the airport. He flew down to Cape Town and is driving back up with Moo. So we drove off to Lanseria airport – other side of the world – the side I never ever go to. Wish we had driven to the real airport on the side of the city that I do know. So coming back after receiving instructions and directions on which turn off to take (stay on the middle lane, follow N12 Witbank blah blah) It is no surprise at all that I got lost!! I obviously took the wrong turn and found myself on the road to Bloem. I didn’t really want to be on my way to Bloem this morning!! 😦

I don’t know why I was born with the defect of no sense of direction. If I approach an intersection from a different side I am completely disoriented although the four corners look familiar I don’t know what to do next, is it left or right here? Last time I was here it was left, but it looks different. Why? It freaks me out.

That is why I stay away from certain parts of the city, there is nothing on that side that I need so there is no need to know how to get there or how to get out.

If I can’t see the Jhb skyline then I am completely and totally lost. That was me early this morning after leaving him at the airport, no GPS, no map in the car no back seat driver to tell me what to do, he was going to be on a plane soon so I couldn’t phone him either and there was no Joburg skyline.

See if I am in what I call my Bermuda triangle (those are my areas that I venture out too) when it’s time to go home I can always see the skyline and that is my map and my GPS that takes me home. It’s easy when I can see certain buildings I know exactly what to do.

I had to stop and ask for help and the second person I spoke too before I could even finish my sentence I was in tears and then I cried all the way back to safety. I was driving in the direction of that skyline, those familiar buildings and I finally made it to a familiar area and home.

While all of this was happening I was thinking about what I do when I’m really lost? What keeps me on the correct road and grounded? Or who keeps me grounded? Is it my hubby, my family, my friend, or church? Where is my GPS or map book and how often do I take that GPS and use it to keep me going in the right direction?

What do you do when you find your lost? Should God come running to you or should you go running to Him? Straying is a slow process a series of choices and sometimes we take these extended tours into the unknown.

Being found and coming back is the same but it’s one good choice at a time, this time the tour has better scenery. Finding my way back home this morning, between some sobs and sweating for feeling so stupid and lost, I felt glad in knowing that I have found my way in life and I’m not lost at all. I am grounded in my faith and church.

It is a steady walk, sometimes it is frustrating and sometimes we feel discourage. But you have to keep working at it and in between the tears and heartaches you have to keep praying. I have prepared my heart, considered my ways, made amends along the way and I’m taking hold of God one kilometer at a time. It’s not a one day journey it’s life long journey. And it’s all about learning to pray…

“For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.” Luke 19:10