Life on Pursuit

"Comfort, yes, comfort my people"!  Says your God.  "Speak comfort to Jerusalem and cry out to her,  that her warfare is ended, that her iniquity is pardoned;  for she has received from the Lord's hand  double for all her sins"  ( Isaiah 40:1 ).   “You are forgiven.” Relief washed over me like a tide. As she spoke of God fulfilling the deepest desires of my heart, tears began to fall—hers and mine. I felt so undeserving, like I had been overlooked and discounted. But in that sacred moment, I knew: God had seen me. He had heard the cries I hadn’t dared to speak aloud. And He answered. It was a time of pure grace—quiet, holy, and wrapped in the arms of unconditional love. It was a moment that was shared between my sister and me—one I’ll never forget. In my last blog , I spoke of meeting someone while on vacation, but beneath the surface, my heart was in turmoil, and I carried it silently. Then, in the stillness of an early morning...

“Was I going to trust God and the promises He had spoken over my life, or would I surrender to fear simply because I was weary from the wait?” The Season of Waiting I posed this question to myself as I sat alone in the car, tears streaming down my face after making the difficult decision to firmly close the door on a budding relationship. Deep down, I knew I had done the right thing. I had chosen obedience over impulse, discernment over desire. But it still hurts. In that moment, the choice wasn’t just between faith and fear—it was between believing that God’s silence still carried purpose, or letting delay convince me He had forgotten. Waiting tests the soul, but it also reveals what anchors it. I wasn’t grieving the loss of the person—not really. We had only just met while I was on vacation. What I mourned was the idea of him. The possibility. The flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, this was the companionship I had longed for. I cried for the ache of waiting, for the longing tha...

Riding on the bus back from the hotel that I just spent New Years with my sisters in, I could not help but feel a kind of nervousness as I made my way back to my uncle's. So much flooded my mind like; where was I going to go in three days? I had to leave my uncle's on the fourth but I did not have anywhere lined up to stay. I felt like I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I whispered to God underneath my breath, "You told me to stay here and I don't feel the release yet to go back to Canada, so what next"? I told myself that I will stand boldly on faith even if that meant I might end up in the streets. However, I knew that was not likely because my Father would not allow that to happen, it was against His character. Calling me to stay, I knew that He would not leave me stranded but would make a way for me. "The  Lord  himself goes before you and will be with you;  he will never leave you nor forsake you.  Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged" ...

Living a life of faith is not easy... and I feel like we do not talk about that enough or the suffering that comes before the glory of it.  I remember the moment I first felt God calling me to lead a life of holiness and righteousness before Him; it was then that a particular scripture was heavily put on my heart, Matthew 16:25. The verse says, "for whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will find it" (Matthew 16:25). And let me tell you that verse has been ever so true in my life but before I dive into my personal experiences, I want to look at the disciples.  Before Jesus, the disciples had a life of their own. A number of them were fishermen and another was a tax collector. They were in the midst of doing "life as usual" until encountering Jesus who told them to leave all that behind and "follow him." The disciples did it without hesitation as they abandon what they were doing and immediately started follow...

"Come to me all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest" (Matthew 11:28). There are so many people hurting. This is something that God has been showing me lately, as I was working on my poem called Redeemed, based on Matthew 11:28. In this world, we have suffering, pain, and trauma, which most of us end up carrying throughout our whole lives. Sometimes, it feels like we are literally carrying the weight of the world on our shoulders and it’s hard to let go… A couple of nights ago, I felt the weight of my own pain, as I curled up in a ball on my bed. My heart was so heavy I could not even pray. But, as I lay there on my bed, my pain, which I tried to bury deep, became like a living, breathing thing pulsating throughout my entire body. I never experienced anything like this before but as I fell asleep, I felt it covering me like a blanket. Then, a few hours later I woke up abruptly to a sharp physical pain in my arm and you know what the first thought that came to ...

A friend of mine once told me this: "the world has conditioned us to think that if we are not at a certain place at a certain age gaining a number of experiences then we are failing or falling behind.  But, our measure of success should not be based on society standards, but on the story that God has written for our lives. It is not what it looks like but behind the scenes that count; focus on how things lined up for you in this time of your life. If you know that you are doing everything that God has told you to do then trust that you are exactly where he needs you to be. Value the season you are in and continue to trust in the process that God is leading you in this season of rest." It's been a while since I blogged, but between trying to figure out my career and the direction God is leading me in my life, I decided to take a break. In the past couple of years, I've been in a resting/waiting period when it comes to my career and the overall direction of where my li...