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60 Arise, shine; For your light has come! And the glory of the Lord is risen upon you.
For behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, And deep darkness the people; But the Lord will arise over you, And His glory will be seen upon you.
The Gentiles shall come to your light, And kings to the brightness of your rising.

Isaiah 60:1-3 (NKJV)


We have all read Isaiah 60 and been excited by it, me included but it stopped me in my tracks this week.

I first really heard it about ten years ago and then I heard the song ‘I’m blessed’ by Sinach and latched onto it. Now the funny thing is that even when I held onto it with a death grip, decreed and declared it, all that came out of it was a small fragment of the possibilities available. The part I really wanted to come to pass is v3… The Gentiles shall come to your light, And kings to the brightness of your rising. But alas! Something was missing.

I wanted the proof of my salvation to be visible to all; that men would see me and be astounded by the places I had reached in a short period of time. I wanted to snap my fingers and become this astounding person of repute, wealth and influence. I wanted to be known in every sphere and be the go to person for the globe. I wanted, I wanted, I wanted, I cried, decreed, declared, stood on…but alas. It didn’t come to pass the way I wanted…something was missing.

Then He broke it down for me…

Rising into my fullness isn’t automatic because I am born again. It isn’t a light switch the will be flicked and viola, I am rising. Shocking right? You had better believe it. Are there things destined for me from before the foundations of the earth? Yes! Are there things designated to me because of salvation? Yes. Will I get them automatic? Some but not all!

The reality is it wasn’t a real delay. The thing stalling movement was my motivation for rising. Yes, my motivation…I couldn’t even peg this one on God. I wanted to rise to show people I could do it. I wanted to rise so I would be recognised. I wanted it for me yet I had convinced myself it was about God and kept saying I want to honour God with my life. Ha!!!!

My rising and shining could only be about people being drawn to God; nothing more or less.

It could not be about me and the accolades I would get or else my walk would make God useless and he is not. It would not be automatic but through a process because then He could really teach me and embed the lessons in me. It would take me on a journey so that I could encourage others behind me and prove the lives of those ahead of me. My timeline would be different because I am unique so if my sister or brother rose in a matter of hours and I took years only Papa God could explain why and how.

My reality had to be that until I had built my relationship with God and understood my ordination, path and the desired outcome and I loved Him totally and even to my own detriment, it was a waste of time to pray about my rising. If I rose and gained the recognition I wanted, it would be a false position and it would bring Him dishonour and kill me in the end.

In that moment, I decided that wouldn’t be the case and we began a new walk. The more time we spent together the clearer it became I must decrease that He may increase.  A decrease in me was certain because as He showed me the truth of who I was I could only ask Him to deliver me, change me, cleanse me, lead me guide me. Seeing the real me and knowing He loved me enough to change me allowed a deeper understanding of Him and a clearer expression of Him. As this happened, I changed, loved Him more and became the mad one.

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Psalms 91

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High Will remain secure and rest in the shadow of the Almighty [whose power no enemy can withstand].

I will say of the Lord , “He is my refuge and my fortress, My God, in whom I trust [with great confidence, and on whom I rely]!”

For He will save you from the trap of the fowler, And from the deadly pestilence.

He will cover you and completely protect you with His pinions, And under His wings you will find refuge;

His faithfulness is a shield and a wall.

You will not be afraid of the terror of night,

Nor of the arrow that flies by day,

Nor of the pestilence that stalks in darkness,

Nor of the destruction (sudden death) that lays waste at noon.

A thousand may fall at your side And ten thousand at your right hand,

But danger will not come near you. You will only [be a spectator as you] look on with your eyes And witness the [divine] repayment of the wicked [as you watch safely from the shelter of the Most High].

Because you have made the Lord , [who is] my refuge,

Even the Most High, your dwelling place, No evil will befall you, Nor will any plague come near your tent.

For He will command His angels in regard to you, To protect and defend and guard you in all your ways [of obedience and service].

They will lift you up in their hands, So that you do not [even] strike your foot against a stone.

You will tread upon the lion and cobra;

The young lion and the serpent you will trample underfoot.

“Because he set his love on Me, therefore I will save him;

I will set him [securely] on high, because he knows My name [he confidently trusts and relies on Me, knowing I will never abandon him, no, never].

He will call upon Me, and I will answer him;

I will be with him in trouble;

I will rescue him and honor him.

With a long life I will satisfy him And I will let him see My salvation.”

PSALMS 91:1‭-‬16 AMP

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Who Is Raising Our Sons?

Who is raising our sons?

I am a mother of sons, one from my womb and many by assigment and my heart breaks almost every day about them. Remember sons of God refers to both male and female but in this piece I will clarify what I mean each time.

In this piece my focus is largely on the male son. As I said, I’m a mother of sons but I am also a sister, a friend, a companion of many men and by the grace of God who sets up safe spaces with us, we have many difficult conversations all the time and they break my heart every time.

I see how we have taken time to raise the girl, teach the girl, coach and mentor the girl but done very little for the boys. I am a direct beneficiary of the girl empowerment movement and I am glad for the pressure that was put and how it made me grow. I also thank God my brother was a beneficiary of going through the same wringer but it’s not so for many others.

I always said, we are doing our part with the girls and men need to rise up and do their with the boys until I was recently stopped in my tracks by 2 Timothy 1:5 NLT which says,

I remember your genuine faith, for you share the faith that first filled your grandmother Lois and your mother, Eunice. And I know that same faith continues strong in you.

Then I met afresh with 2 Timothy 3:14‭-‬15 NLT

But you must remain faithful to the things you have been taught. You know they are true, for you know you can trust those who taught you. You have been taught the holy Scriptures from childhood, and they have given you the wisdom to receive the salvation that comes by trusting in Christ Jesus.

I don’t know what happened to Timothy’s father but his upbringing brought him into a space where his life spoke to many yet he didn’t seem to have a strong male influence until he met Paul (I could be wrong but that’s how I see it from my reading).

If this is so, what was he taught? How was it taught and what can I learn?

Timothy was known to be steadfast and sure. He was known to be devoted to God and a committed worker. He was known as a true disciple whose walk was solidified by his interactions with Paul, yet he had a solid foundation from before.

Don’t get me wrong, fathers, uncles and other strong male role models are important but what happens in the absence of that? Was God unaware of the lack? No. Has He planted women around? Yes. Could it them be that we have a role to play? Definitely.

We need to understand that the female is the womb, the place of incubation & growth, the source of nourishment and strength, the mother, teacher and guide of the community and if she gets it wrong the community gets it wrong.

There is a place for us as the female expression of God, to seek His face and understand ourselves, our children, our charges, our nations and the world from His perspective and learn from Him how to raise each one to His glory. However, we can only understand that if we are already devoted to and plugged into Him as our rudder and guide.

Who is raising our sons – male and female? Right now it is culture, tradition, media, unrealistic expectations and so much more and it needs to change.

Since we cannot teach what we don’t know we must learn. How do we learn what we need? We must tune back into God and understand the times and raise them right and strong because no man or woman can lead, follow, support or conquer life unless their lives are properly grounded.

Arise, become, then raise the next generation right.

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Psalms 23

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not [a]want.
He makes me to lie down in [b]green pastures;
He leads me beside the [c]still waters.
He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of righteousness

For His name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil; For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;

And I will [d]dwell in the house of the Lord [e]Forever.

Psalm 23 (NKJV)

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Saying Thank You

I have been working on a project that has just ended and it was a great success. It was a social event needing lots of coordination and many community touch points but the most critical one was the police. We had a great time and they did a good job to the extent that the OCS was on the road manning traffic for us (well, manning his team). Afterwards I went back to the station to say thank you. First to him and then to the office team.

Now, many wondered why I bothered going back to say thanks for something that the officers are paid to do. Well, it is simple. I am learning to be grateful for things and to express my gratitude openly and to the right people. I could sit in home, in the review meeting and other fora and talk about the great help the police gave me and they never hear it; or I could drive back there and say thank you and allow them for one moment to feel appreciated before they did back into their hard work.

In my visits to the police station, they were several, I realised just how human they are and how hard their work is. It isn’t easy being stone faced with a parent begging you to release their child who you have found with contraband and need to take to court. It isn’t easy watching a mother hear how her child died by hit and run. It isn’t easy to watch a father’s hope die as he listens to the vile words cursing him from the mouth of a child. It is even scarier to see the realities of the criminal nature of your locality and still raise your child in that locality. There is also another hard work they do. Their shifts are extensively long especially when they are short staffed.

I realised there are many people I need to consciously say thank you to more often whether others do or not. Housekeepers, bus conductors, matatu drivers, motorbike riders, cleaners, security guards, county council parking attendants, ticketing agents, servers in hotels, and maybe a few more I don’t remember right now. Many may disagree with me but I have come to understand that no matter ones profession, we are all people and we would all appreciate some gratitude for the work we do.

If I thank you for a job done warms my heart even if I am paid to do the task, won’t it also the warm the heart of another. It is in the simple things that the world will go around.

12 Therefore, whatever you want men to do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets.

Matthew 7:12 (NKJV)

31 And just as you want men to do to you, you also do to them likewise.

Luke 6:31 (NKJV)

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She Is

Her faith wasn’t always sure
Her heart was broken in pieces
Her spirit was shattered
Her soul was wounded


Her smile was tremulous
Her eyes full of tears
Her hands were shaking
Her feet were stumbling


Then it happened


HE found her
HE picked her up
HE held her close
HE loved her


HE reminded her of His Word
HE reconnected her to Himself
HE restored her joy
HE became her strength




She is beautiful
She is breathtaking
She is resplendent
She is radiant


She is resilient
She is tenacious
She is strong
She is reliable


She is loved
She is protected
She is established
She is appointed


She is the apple of HIS eye
She is a tool in HIS hand
She is HIS hope to the nations


She is proof of grace
She is a sign of mercy
She is a tool of love



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Now You Know The Truth

I was the most unlikely to be weary

Because I hid it well

I was the least likely to be uncertain

Because I hid it well


I was the least likely to be sad

Because I hid it well

I was the least likely to be insecure

Because I hid it well


My smile was bright

My confidence was high

My laughter was full

Or so you thought


My life was working

My home was thriving

My future was certain

Or so you thought


Then you found me bent over in the street

Tears flowing down my face unbidden

Pain radiating from every part of me

Now you can see the truth


You read my message and wondered

You realised it was a cover

You prodded and asked about

Now you know the truth


You were shocked by the depth of my hurt

You were shaken by the intensity of my pain

You were astounded by the length of time

Now you know the truth


You only saw it because you stopped

You only saw it because you didn’t walk by

You only saw it because you cared

Now you can see the truth


You only understood because I shared

You only gained insight because I couldn’t hold on

You only gained access because it was time

Now you can see the truth


You never judged or shook your head

You showed your shock without judgement

You held your tears so I wouldn’t cry

Now you know the truth


The truth is ugly

The truth is painful

The truth is beautiful

The truth is shared in safe places.

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