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Firstly I just want to say a huge thank you to everyone who has liked my posts and followed my blog. I know I don’t blog that often, but I’m super proud of myself for sticking it with it this year. 2017 has been my best year of maintaining some consistency. I can only hope that 2018 is even better, and more importantly now that I’ve found my voice and courage to be bold to pursue more entries and connect with you on a deeper level It should be so much easier not to become daunted by this process. But I’m so thankful that irrespective of how many people have liked my posts or even followed my blog, I’m reminded to never lose sight of the main thing. The purpose, the reason-behind the why, and the motivation in spite of my many hangups and self-criticism; is healing. Mine and yours, through my journey to discovery. Finding my distinctive voice in the midst of all the other voices hasn’t always been an easy affair. The truth is I have to remind myself at all times to be the voice, the authentic sound that I would’ve liked to hear when I was going through my dark days. I can honestly say that connecting with real people who weren’t afraid to take off their masks and show me their scars was when the real therapy began for me. It made me feel as though I weren’t alone in my struggle. That somehow we all had hidden scars and together we could help one and other heal better if only we would be brave enough to bear all.

My goal is simply to do the same. I wear my scars without masks, and as vulnerable as that may be at the best of times, it really is the only way I can help bring some healing to the broken-hearted. In my real and tangible way. Yes, I am a Christian!!! I know these days it’s frowned upon, especially in the self help category. But honestly as someone who loves self help books and is a strong believer in thinking ‘yourself into a better place’ there is no way, absolutely none that I could have a blog on restoration and leave God and His word out of my story. Don’t get me wrong I’m not saying for a second that being a Christian has made my healing an instant one. Far from it. Perhaps in your journey you can also relate. And even with God in my story I have to tell you that there are no microwave miracles. If you would please allow me the privilege of invading your island on my birthday as I allowed mine to be invaded several years ago. I would love to share a few truths with you today. 37 and finally I’m regaining sobriety, this life is a journey. You’ll soon realise once you stop trying to figure it all out.

YOU IS SMART, YOU IS KIND, YOU IS IMPORTANT…

You have NO idea how many times I’ve needed to repeat these words to myself. Or the number of times I have sobbed uncontrollably because of the lies that held my mind hostage. Brick by brick you can be put back together again. It’s not a quick process I’ll have you know. 9 years and counting I’m still on the potters wheel. Honestly I don’t think you ever come off, sorry to be a bearer of bad news. But wouldn’t you rather be spoken to in truth, than have a pack of lies written to you only to deceive you even more.

If you’re anything like I was, truth soon becomes a desperate friend. I could no longer ingest, nor digest any more lies. There comes a point in every journey when we stop and say NO MORE! My no more came on day similar to today, a day of what should’ve been a celebration instead became a doomsday. But one thing I learned from that memory wasn’t the pain of being knocked out in a fight but rather the joy of coming back for another round. Armed with new techniques and a better insight to my opponents fight. I celebrate my birthday standing firm, with the belt of truth buckled around my waist.

Recently someone I refer to as my stranger neighbour reminded me that nothing is ever wasted. If ever a truer word was spoken that was it.

At 37 she looked in the mirror, and starred for quite sometime. Inspecting every flaw and freckle. It didn’t even take her long before these three words came out of her mouth.’I LOVE YOU’.

She looks at the future, with a smile on her face, tears of joy streaming down her face, a glow that can only come from knowing her worth, shoulders back and head held high. She is becoming….

Today I celebrate growth.

My growth and I want you to celebrate yours also. 

When was the last time you took a good look in the mirror, just you, alone with no one present. And told yourself, I LOVE YOU!!!

Be honest with yourself. Ok, if you’re having to ponder too long, then do it right now.

Go on… I dare you to say… 

‘I LOVE YOU’

You are a masterpeice.

You are handcrafted.

You are unique.

One of a kind.

❤️️Signed, Free to be me (Happy birthday to me) 🤗

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img_0544Hey Moms,

Age 21 and chosen,

‘Yikes, tomorrow my son turns 15’. To God be the glory…

This life can have you twisted, and learning to unknot is a skill worth pursuing. In this post I share with you the unknotting secrets as a young mom, attempting to raise a modern day knight, in todays generation. Even in the midst of battles.

It’s not how you start, heck even the knock outs don’t count. Have you ever watched a boxing match. Sometimes i’ve been convinced that the guy who got punched the most, was indeed the one who’d loose the fight. Numerous times we come to realise that it was never the blows he fell from that kept him from loosing. It was his resilience not to stay knocked down, and  get back up. This has been my question to myself for countless years. ‘Jewel, can you get back up! Stronger than before’?

I love being a Mom. Seriously, I can’t think of any other role better suited for me other than being a parent. I’m grateful that God chose us for each other. If  honoured with the  choice to make, biasly, in the world of one being born every minute, I’d chose my son, without pause or hesitation.

My exposure of parenting wasn’t the most ideal. Discovering I was pregnant was pure comedy to me. It was then I knew this God has a sense of humour. The scripture that God would choose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise suddenly made sense to me. Looking back now I see why he did that. I could never take credit for the baby I once cradled into a boy, and the boy who is being shaped into a man today.

Clearly I was to be tested as rain decided to poo over my fairytale story. Oops we’ve hit a wall. Hands down, this was a bad crash, a wreck that I was so convinced at one stage would have no survivors. And if anyone was to survive we would’ve lost a lot of precious money can’t buy moments that time was evidently determined to rob from us. 

Counting the grey hairs, and sipping into a cup of chai latte, I sobbed uncontrollably at the fear of loosing my adorable son to this world, and its ideologies. I watched our relationship become knotted right before my eyes and could do nothing to unknot it, at the time.

Truth, my childhood was crap. Perhaps you could relate, not trying to paint a sob story but it was what it was, nothing more or less. Growing up I was taught a child was to not be seen, and certainly not be heard.

Put the light on, I can’t see in the dark!

The longer I get to live, the clearer I see things. I have come to realise that love is so much more than words. In the trenches it requires grit, the tenacity to never give up. The willingness to go again. True living is you waking up and making the decision to make every day count. I’ve learned to understand my losses, and deciphering that loosing is sometimes winning, and not all wins are good.

As my son’s earthly parent, I believe that it is my job to make sure that I choose our battles wisely. I recall so many wasted days of our precious time on pointless arguments that now in hindsight were meaningless.  I have learned to be quick at saying sorry, and meaning it, while teaching my son to never go to bed angry with me or himself.

In the chaos and confusion of this unpredictable journey called teenager life I have come to a conclusion that God is not wasteful and with him, nothing is ever wasted.

It is believed that breastfeeding helps mothers to bond with babies because it releases the ‘love’ hormone. Scientists have discovered the secret behind how breastfeeding helps mothers bond with their babies, that the release of chemical in massive surges helps to enhance a mother’s feelings of trust, love and affection to the baby.

Whether this be true or not, I would like to hope that the three years of breastfeeding has contributed somewhat to our bond, that is (unbreakable).

According to the book of proverbs it talks about training up a child in the way he should grow. And when he is old he will not depart from it. I do believe this to be true. Life experiences has taught me that whatsoever we sow, we will eventually reap. I see this to be also true in the parent and child dynamic. As parents we have the awesome privilege of being the primary teachers to our children’s’ early childhood development. If we get this right, we have the power to shape their young minds into something brilliant. My only regret is how late I came to discover this truth.

Parents, we are under shepherds sent out on assignment by the ultimate father. He holds the blueprint of all our lives and somewhere in his marvellous plans for mankind, he saw you and I, raising up the future generation.
How often I lay awake, full with gratitude that he entrusted me with such an overwhelming gift. For this, I am eternally grateful. It’s not rocket science that this is something we cannot do alone. I don’t know about you, but without the grace of God theres no way I could attempt this assignment called motherhood.

Hello, God you know this is a human life you’ve entrusted me with, right?

I am my son’s teacher and also his student. A good teacher must also be teachable.  ‘No dream is too huge was one of my favourite things to implement in our space, a place where whatever dreams, goals, ideas my son would play out for my ears to hear, my mouth would be in agreement with him.

Parenting from my broken places, has brought its own demons along the way.  I’ve made mistakes and repeated actions that I never imagined in my life I would’ve made. But giving myself permission to be human and asking for forgiveness from God firstly, my son and in my opinion more importantly myself. It is true that we are harder on ourselves than others are on us. So teaching myself the importance of truly letting go, and counting losses as wins, has been a major game changer for my parenting journey.

Routine for me has been the hardest thing to protect. If i’m honest consistently making sure we protect our date nights, and coffee mornings are perhaps the hardest. With work, school, church and activities in-between. You soon come to realise that time is disrespectful. You will find the older your kids get, the more on purpose you will have to be in maintaining consistency to your families schedule. Sometimes we have to tweak plans as seasons change, be ever ready! Some of our best dates have been the random last minute ones.

Becoming my child’s friend was never my plan but having him respect me and have reverence for me as his leader, under God, has and always and will be my main priority. Gaining a friend along the way, is just Gods unmerited favour, doing what he does best.

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We were chosen and have the pleasure to work alongside the architect. And as his vision becomes clearer to us, we can begin to see the picture unveiling with each stone that is laid. The foundation stages are the longest, and that’s why even after 15 years, I would say I am still at below ground work. It may seem like a never ending stage, but trust the process. It is at this level that if you endure, you will develop strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope that will never disappoint us, because God has poured out his love to fill our hearts. 

I may be young, but I’ve come to the conclusion that God makes no mistakes. I was chosen for such a task, and so were you.

Parents, of all ages but especially to those raising teenagers, hang in there. The season may seem like it’s never going to change. But it does. No storm lasts forever. The joy of winter is that spring time is right behind it. Parenting a teenager is challenging because right before your eyes, the ‘baby’ you once knew, is no longer a baby but a growing adult. 

Thanks for following my journey and reading. Please feel free to like, comment or share. Any questions you’d like to ask please feel free to do so. I look forward to walking with, and unveiling more to you.
Signed,

A mother’s heart 

Blind living

 

“Living in the shadow. Can you imagine what kind of life it is to live? In the shadows people see you as happy and free, because that’s what you want them to see. Living two lifes, happy but not free. You live in the shadows for fear of someone hurting your family or someone you love. The world is changing and they say it’s time to be free. But you live with the fear of just being me. Living in the shadow feels like the safe place to be. No harm for them, no harm for me. But life is short, and it’s time to be free. Love who you love, because life isn’t guaranteed.”

(A quote from a Jay Z song ‘Smile’) 4:44 album

I wrote this poem the other day whilst reflecting on my life and the get away train that keeps on being highjacked each time I think I’m finally on my road to recovery.

Blind Living 

As the mask slipped away for the umpteenth time I realised that It’s only Him. The Him I refer to is the one who sees me with doves eyes. The one who whispered in my soul and gracefully breaks me. As He prefers to mould me and make me. Loving  all the parts of my decayed soul, resurrecting the bones I once buried, patiently pursuing me to dream again, love again and live again

These words keep hunting me like a tiger in the wild, chasing its prey.  Labour pains got me staying up in the darkest hours of the night, travailing for the baby to be pushed out. Looking around me I see none but one midwife. Unequipped and inadequately trained she does her best to encourage me, ‘breathe jewel’ just keep breathing. Each contraction would have me screaming all kinds of pain. 

Connections have been and will continue to be the difference maker for us to find true freedom in our self worth, networking our net worth, sleeping with predators and fighting demons to be set free from their mouse trap.

How so quickly we are to tweet a thought, insta-snap a moment, go live on facebook, for the self gratification of a  like, a follow, a quick thrill. But never  giving little time or thought of Elohim. It’s only Him; the only one who truly cares and wants the very best for us. But being blind would have us living a lie tapered in false glitter and judas kisses. Do me favour and look around you, everything you see in this life is meaningless.

On this journey I’ve found myself falling and have fallen from numerous towers, climbing cooperate ladders only to find myself back in the hands of masters who use their powers to reinforce their vision. Even the television, is selling their vision. Preying down on our insecurities and false sense of security.  Living this lie, with truth buried deep inside of me,us, and them.

Passing down knowledge undigested, is like forcing out food from the rear when it hasn’t even been given the chance to flow through the stomach.

I’m in place of uncertainty for the first time in a very long time. There are things I would like to share with you but right now, I am struggling myself to come to terms with the realities of the struggles I am currently experiencing. I keep on asking these questions on a daily basis. “Jewel, how long will you  remain fallen, bruised, broken and  scarred.

Everyday allowing myself to encounter some home truths.  Each time fear reappears it ugly head I have two choices to make. For as long as I continue to remain stagnant in any given situation I allow fear to win. Truth is when I am no longer afraid, then I will face up to the truth. Stepping up to the unknown, reapplying for role that only I can play out in this lifetime. Allowing someone to see me-again, and sharing all of my fragilities without the cover up of my mask. Suddenly, it would appear that my eyes of understanding are finally peeling apart the glue that once held it shut together. I can, I will and I am on my journey as so are you.

 

 

 

What floats your boat?

Sometimes it feels like everything around you wants to consume you. Problems at work, family issues, lack of finances and bad health to name a few. It is like being stuck in a boat in the middle of the ocean, hit with tempestuous wave after wave, with rollercoaster events leaving you fighting to find the calm in the storm.

What matters is not so much what’s going on around you but what is incubated on the inside of you.

Notes from my journal, and it reads:

Negative issues seek to penetrate your heart and become a part of you. The word of God says to guard your heart for out of it flows the issues of life. As you allow these issues to spring a leak in the heart of your boat you will find that it will sink because you have allowed what was on the outside to get on the inside.

If we are going to endure the storm there are key parts your boat will need:

1. An anchor to keep you from drifting off course. The word of God serves this purpose. Proverbs 3 : 5,6 says
Lean on, trust in, and be confident in the Lord with all your heart and mind and do not rely on your own insight or understanding.
In all your ways know, recognise, and acknowledge Him, and He will direct and make straight and plain your paths.day as it ever was. Letting go and submitting was hard for me.

2. A rudder (flat piece hinged vertically near the stern of a boat or ship for steering)
Now I want to substitute the rudder for your tongue or in other words what you say.

James 3:4,5 (NLT)
And a small rudder makes a huge ship turn wherever the pilot chooses to go, even though the winds are strong.

In the same way, the tongue is a small thing that makes grand speeches. But a tiny spark can set a great forest on fire.

Proverbs 18:21 (message) explains the power of the tongue further indicating your life will move in the direction of your words.

Words kill, words give life; they’re either poison or fruit—you choose.

3. Your faith keeps you afloat resting on the promises of God. I love what it says here in 1 Peter 5- Keep a cool head. Stay alert. The Devil is poised to pounce, and would like nothing better than to catch you napping. Keep your guard up. You’re not the only ones plunged into these hard times. It’s the same with Christians all over the world. So keep a firm grip on the faith. The suffering won’t last forever. It won’t be long before this generous God who has great plans for us in Christ—eternal and glorious plans they are!—will have you put together and on your feet for good. He gets the last word; yes, he does.

Our boat is blessed… Christ on the inside

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In fact you are at the highest state of blessedness ( a feeling or state of well-being and contentment).

We are going to make it.

“Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honour depend on God; he is my  mighty rock, my refuge. Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.”‭‭Psalm‬ ‭62:5-8‬ ‭NIV‬‬ 

 

Hope you enjoyed this entry, and please feel free to comment. Your support is warmly appreciated. 

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Jewel 

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#i can’t breathe

“Sometimes when you’re in a dark place you think you’ve been buried but actually you’ve been planted.”
― Christine Caine

In torrent waves whose current force me further and further into the deep waters. I flail my arms in a desperate attempt to surface the watery mirages that seek to drown me.

Starting out as droplets they seemed harmless at first, but like a dripping tap they congregate and grow into a puddle…a pool…a pond of water…a lake…an ocean….

The Mirages I speak of are those who I celebrate as they move swiftly in their sphere of influence. I watch as they network and form impressive waves of illusion like niagara falls, when inspected closely are nothing but mere droplets of tap water. But as I observe and admire their progression, I am caught off guard like a starry-eyed fan, standing face to face with her idol. Disappointed and despondent, I am left stranded with nowhere to go. Wasted time I can never get back, my soul submerges in deep depression. Anger begins to fill my empty space, I’m choking, airwaves closing in on me. #icantbreathe

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With arms surrendered, I relinquish my will to fight.  I can either let it overwhelm me or I take charge and allow it to move me towards my onshore.

Do I sink deeper and deeper into a watery grave or allow my anchor to keep me afloat the overwhelming crashes of wind hitting hard against my back. 

Yes, I choose to relax, and rest in Him.

You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep
My faith will stand  (Oceans, Hillsong)

Resuscitated back to life, my breathing slowly regulates, air begins to fill my lungs. My living rescue boat has arrived. The captain of my ship forming my arms to stay afloat. He  makes my legs become the engine that would allow me to move, and my eyes firmly fixed on Him above the water. I find my self steering back in the direction I wish to go.

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I can breathe, finally  I can swim, yes I’m  afloat. Instead of being distracted by the watery mirages, I choose to let them be the substance by which I lay and keep my head above water.

Thanks for reading, and as always your comments are warmly appreciated.

Signed,

Anchored