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  • Whispers of Healing and Transformation

    Healing…The bridge toward refinement

    When you vividly hear the gentle whisper “I’m here. I’ve always been here, and I will always be here” At first it just feels surreal… and very often not in words but in all the emotions, the details and grace that has been surrounding your life from the start, you understand… all of the sudden it all makes sense – the sculpture begins to take shape.

    This season has been the most challenging yet most fruitful, I believe God revealed soooo much of who I truly am – the good, bad and ugly, the shame I have been feeling and through so many mumbled words and tearful prayers, I’ve had to trust him. I had to cling so tight to the little faith I had. I had to learn to heal, and God is doing just that – He’s healing me.

    In this season, repentance and true honesty are the main ingredients… because honestly speaking, what does the enemy have against you if you have honestly humbled yourself to God? It gets to a point where you hear “You are not enough” and your response will be “Yep, I’m definitely not enough nor am I worthy but God still pursues my heart, And you seem to want a piece too but I belong to Christ, I believe in Jesus, I believe in his resurrection and I believe in the second coming” Its responses like this, where very often I mean from the bottom of my heart and other times it merely feels like hallow words but I still speak it, because even though my heart is experiencing doubt – God is still real, God still loves me and God is still for me not against me, God still has a purpose for my life according to Jeremiah 29:11.

    A wise man once said, “Sin feels like freedom till you try to stop” and those words have been echoing to my very soul… because you don’t consider yourself a sinner till God reveals this to you and you try to stop… the fight that comes with that is out of this world. But once you are free, once you no longer have that interest nor want to partake, you somehow feel lighter, happier, and in my case whimsical! And no, I do not know who exactly said those words because its just those quotes that originate from this person then this person shares them and somehow landed on me.

    I urge you to keep seeking God, keep listening, keep believing because this is where healing is, this is where peace is.

    I’m currently reading Think Again by Adam Grant, and even though I haven’t finished it, I keep finding myself reflecting on how much God reveals when we allow Him to reshape our thinking and our understanding. This book is helping me challenge old patterns and stay open to transformation.

    If you’re curious about it too, here’s the link.

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    “A hallmark of wisdom is knowing when it’s time to abandon some of your most treasured tools — and some of the most cherished parts of your identity.”

    Adam Grant, Think Again

  • Maybe healing begins here…

    There are moments in life when your heart doesn’t just ache — it shatters. It’s as if your chest becomes a room filled with broken glass, just waiting for one more shard to slice through muscle. And suddenly, everything is on the floor — sharp, painful, raw. You want to pick up the pieces, but every attempt cuts deeper. You try with trembling hands, tear-filled eyes, clenched teeth — but every effort only leaves more wounds. And yet, something in you still wants to fix it.

    Maybe healing doesn’t begin by gathering what’s shattered, but by finding the courage to leave it where it fell. Maybe this is the one thing you cannot control. In a perfect world, you could walk into healing easily — light, unburdened, free of the ache. But we don’t live in that perfect world.

    Reality asks us to face the pain — to feel it fully — because pain ignored doesn’t disappear. It lingers in how we love, how we speak, how we exist. It changes our posture in the world.

    But maybe healing isn’t about walking away untouched. Maybe it’s walking forward with scars — proof that you loved, that you tried, that something in you still believes in tomorrow — even when the you right now doesn’t. And in a world where you don’t know what to do with the pain — we have God.

    This is the moment you lay it at His feet — the moment you whisper the hardest prayer:
    “God, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t bear this pain.”
    In this moment, the pain feels like it’s tearing you apart. You’re questioning everything. You’re exhausted — prayed out, cried out. And that’s okay. Feel it. Let it out. Talk to God — He sees you, He hears you.

    One day at a time, the edges soften. The sharpness dulls and suddenly it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. The pain is no longer consuming you; it’s just a part of your story. And one day, you find yourself standing in the same room where your heart broke, realizing it’s not filled with shards, but light slipping through the wounds. You feel lighter.

    That’s grace — quiet, patient, redemptive grace. The kind that doesn’t erase the heartbreak but becomes a whisper of hope — that maybe, just maybe, you are going to be okay. You are not alone. You are loved, cared for, and you are sacred. Let Him lead you out:
    “The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul. Even when 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; surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever and ever.”
    It’s okay to utter these words with barely any faith, because the little yearning you have — God sees it. He honors it. And He’s always loving you, even when you can barely feel the embrace.

    He’s whispering, “I’m here. I’ve always been here, and I will always be here.” And maybe that’s what healing truly is — learning to rest in His presence, even when your heart still trembles.

    Picture of a heart relaying the healing message. Grace shining through the cracks

  • Reflective Bridge: What Teaching has taught me about myself

    Silhouette of a picture me sitting peacefully by a lake at sunset, bathed in soft natural light - symbolizing reflection, spiritual sensitivity and healing.

    Writing the last few posts has been like walking through the layers of who I am – a Teacher, Childcare worker, Dreamer and Women in transition. I have briefly shared about my personal journey, my passions, my lens on childhood and practical things I have learnt. But underneath all that, I have been falling, growing, and healing…

    Patience and self-regulation, the emotional safety and needs we are able to give children is indeed a gift. It reminds us of the Grace we forget to give it to ourselves sometimes. Children remind us that healing and growing is slow, loud and sometimes messy – and that is okay.

    I had amazing teachers growing up, there were so many underlying issues that couldn’t be addressed – because where I am from, a small neighborhood in South Africa, going to public school, we didn’t have luxuries of being attentive to the teacher-child ratios (Crowded classrooms). And even though growing up I wasn’t actually sure what I wanted to be when I grew up, but I vowed that I would give every single child I came across lots of love and attention, I vowed to listen – you would be surprised by how much kids have to say.

    That promise changed me.

    In learning to nurture children, I’ve learnt to turn inward – to be attentive to my own emotions, my own growth, my own healing. I’ve come to believe that kids feel our energies and feel the truths before we say them.

    One night, while my husband and I were babysitting my cute niece, she woke up so gently from her sleep, sat up, and smiled at something just over my husband’s shoulder. Her eyes followed it ever so softly – with no fear in her eyes, just peace. I remember saying a prayer while I was freaked out but took so much comfort by her calmness. Maybe she was smiling at an angel? Maybe children are so intuitive and they are able to see beyond what we can even begin to comprehend.

    There are a number of spiritual and metaphysical reasons that attempts to explain why children might be hypersensitive to energies. Children are said to being more intuitive, open and are able to perceive energies (even spirits) around them that grown-ups tune out. It is said to be a normal developmental phase of imagination-spiritual interpretation view. This is explained through overlapping lenses of purity, openness and developmental uniqueness. Whatever the reason, I believe we are called to protect that sensitivity. To create a safe, grounded space where the child/children can stay open, intuitive and whole. https://www.researchgate.net/publication/263519560_A_measure_of_spiritual_sensitivity_for_children?utm_source=chatgpt.com

    This next season of posts is less about answers, or my journey in Early Childhood development, it’s going to be more about searching soul searching – finding Nomagugu again, my faith, embracing grace and spreading hope. I am in a season of self-rediscovery, and I am aware that it comes with its own set of fallbacks, emotional challenges and its own spiritual stretching. I am looking forward to having you on this journey, and am especially excited to learning from YOU, what inspired you, and how you are self-discovering.

    Before pouring into anyone else, I’m learning to come back home to myself-and to the One who never left, even when I felt lost.