A beautiful call, to walk with people 
To share their tears, to lift a prayer, to stand with hope when none is there.
Oh the joy our hearts can feel when God begins to move and heal
When prayers are answered, hope is found, and broken lives turn back around.

When sickness fades and strength returns, when peace replaces all that burns.
When families once in pain and strife find love, and laughter fills their life.
When children lost in fear or night begin to see a future bright.
These moments make the calling true a sacred path we’re glad to pursue.

For many nights on bended knee we fight in prayer for those we see.
For every home, for every child,for hearts once broken, lost, or wild.
Yet there are things few eyes can see, the quiet cost of ministry.
When some feel hurt or drift away, or feel forgotten along the way.

We hear their pain, we hold it near, yet carry silent burdens here.
Behind each sermon, prayer, and song are days that stretch our hearts so long.

And sometimes our most tender plea is whispered soft in secrecy
Lord, our children too may feel the pain, yet in Your hands they will remain.
Though tears may fall and hearts feel sore, we trust You’ll make them stronger, more and more.

For though this road brings wounds at times, it’s still a path of grace divine.
Through every joy and every call, God’s faithful hand still holds us all.

Many want the OIL...but run when the crushing begins, when isolation stretches long, when consecration costs comfort.
Yes, Jesus paid the ultimate price.
But your flesh still resists surrender.

So every time you say no to it,
it will feel like a sacrifice.
That is the point.
Oil is not automatic. It is produced.

The olive gives up something of itself.
Oil exists because something was pressed, crushed, and yielded.

The oil does not flow without pressure.
The calling does not mature without solitude.
And obedience will always cost the flesh
before it feeds the spirit.

Refining happens in isolation.
Furnaces are enclosed.
Heat is intentional.

Afflictions are also known as one of the environments where God calls and prepares people.

This is consecration through pressure.
Not everyone is chosen for the oil.
Only those willing to stay under the pressure

WHY “CRUSHING” ?
It involves surrender, yielding, and the breaking of the flesh, pride, self-reliance, and will. Scripture uses strong language for this process throughout.

• Psalm 34:18 says the Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those crushed in spirit.

• Psalm 51:17 speaks of a broken and contrite heart God will not despise.

• Isaiah 53:10 says it pleased the Lord to crush Him, speaking prophetically of Christ.

• Judges 6 shows Gideon pressed in hiding before being called.

• Joseph was pressed through betrayal, prison, and isolation before elevation.

• Jesus Himself was pressed in Gethsemane, literally meaning oil press.

The olive imagery is biblical, even beyond metaphor. Oil required pressure. The point is not that believers are destroyed, but that something of the self must give way so the Spirit can flow.

So yes, we are not crushed in defeat or hopelessness. But we are pressed, broken, humbled, refined, and conformed. That is the consecration I am pointing to.

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Job 13:15 (AMP)

“Even if He kills me, I will hope in Him;

Nevertheless, I will argue my ways before Him.”

1 Peter 4:12 (AMP)

“Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal which is taking place to test you, as though something strange or unusual were happening to you.”

Isaiah 48:10 (AMP)

“Listen carefully, I have refined you, but not as silver;

I have tested and chosen you in the furnace of affliction.”

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IMAGE CREATION: Me

MODEL IN IMAGE: Me 

INSPIRATION: God

WHEN LOVE COMES BACK TO YOU

WHEN LOVE COMES BACK TO YOU

Sometimes you pour out for others, unseen,
Giving more than you realise you’ve been.

You show up.
You pray.
You serve each day.
You carry hearts quietly along the way.

And you never keep score
You simply give more

Recently, I wasn’t well
Most thought it was small ..nothing to tell.

But kindness knocked at my door.
A warm meal set down on the floor.
Food in the fridge after a long night 
simple gestures, yet perfectly right.

They may have thought it ordinary, small.
But the timing said otherwise it said it all.

It felt like God whispering through,
“I see you. I’m caring for you.”

When you pour out without expectation or claim,
He sends it back though never the same.

Not loudly announced.
Not grand or displayed.
But tenderly timed.
Lovingly laid.

I stood there teary, heart full and free.
Overwhelmed by such quiet mercy...

His love doesn’t always thunder above.
Sometimes it arrives wrapped in everyday love 

In steel containers,
in a fridge filled tight,
In kindness sent
at just the right time.

And all you can whisper, soft and true,
Is, “Thank You, God… for loving me through.” 

Loving through praying

When carrying someone to God, we love them past our limitations. We admit we can’t prevent every hurt, predict every turn, or solve every problem. We entrust them to the One who never loses sight of them. Intercession reaches beyond advice. It covers unseen hours; the car rides, quiet rooms, untold conversations. It speaks when words fail and hearts grow tired.

We don’t wait for emergencies to pray. But praying in steady times, amid laughter. Covering choices, emotions, friendships, work, mind, and faith. Praying through peace and concern. Prayer is not a panic button but it’s love staying awake. Love that wants to listen without agenda, show up with a meal or a hug, or sometimes stepping aside to give space, releasing the steering wheel to God. Let God lead better than we could.

Lord we ask you to guard what we can’t, grant wisdom beyond our understanding, calm every storm, heal untouched wounds. Not to control their story, but cover it...

While praying, fear loosens.
Frustration softens.
Our urge to manage every outcome fades.
We we're never meant to be their savior...
Just called to love well.

Whisper their names to Heaven 

...those at home, across town, missed, 

or hard to understand.

Lift them with steady faith.

There is no stronger way to love.

In the Season of Becoming

If my heart isn’t right, the very anointing I prayed for will expose me.
Because real strength isn’t found in how loud I am in church but how steady I remain when I’m tested.
When God begins to entrust me with something, there will be challenges.
Not because I’m weak, but because what I carry matters.

If I’m truly walking with God, He will deal with me.
He will humble me....He will refine me.
He will teach me to stay silent when I want to defend myself.
He will teach me to remain kind when it is messy.
He will teach me to stay pure when I’m misunderstood.

God has been showing me my own weaknesses not to shame me, but to help me grow and become better.
So to those who see me only in my becoming, and are quick to judge what they don’t yet understand, I ask for grace ....I am in a season of learning and refinement.

Yes, I want everything God has for me  but I want the character to match the calling.
Because I never want to be someone who can carry oil but cannot carry themselves.

Lord, make me solid, anchor my heart.
Make me humble, refine my posture.
Make me steady, steady my steps.
Make me safe to use, make me fit for Your use.

Because without Your wisdom, I am not enough.

Getting back Candi Fernandes & School talk

 It was great to reconnect with Candi after many years, she brought back a me from 2019 that wanted to see beyond that time...But yet in the circle of life..I arrived back at the same point of start. A quick 20 mins or less than that is all what we took but felt really good. 

I stayed back home today for two reasons. One was an appointment to meet Mr R, who teaches AS Level Chemistry, at the school reception. I walked in carrying a million thoughts a whole narrative I had been rehearsing in my head. Things I wanted to demand, explain, clarify and even question. Questions layered with concern, hope, an, all competing for space before I even spoke.....

As I spoke, I touched on what I expect a teacher to inspire not just academic performance, but more. Not every student receives criticism in the same way; some absorb it as motivation, while others quietly withdraw. Today’s children are carrying pressures we never fully had ...to name constant comparison, social media noise, the fear of not measuring up. I said that while I want my child to do well in Chemistry, I do not want that success to come at the cost of her self-belief.

What I was really asking for was partnership. A shared awareness. A willingness to see progress not only in grades, but in how a student shows up willing to try, willing to ask, willing to not meet expectation and try again. I realised, as the words left me, that I wasn’t there to accuse or demand. I was there to advocate. I wanted to make touch base on the fact that sometimes a teacher's guidance can become discouragement if not worded the right way.

I wonder how much of it was clear in my words...Whether my words landed as intention, or dissolved into something else. Conversations like that are never just about what is said, but about what the other person is able or willing to hear. I tried to balance respect with honesty, concern with trust. Still, clarity is fragile when it meets habit..perhaps he heard a parent asking for leniency...perhaps he heard worry without the context of love behind it. Or perhaps he understood more than he showed, storing it away quietly, to surface later in small changes rather than immediate reassurance. I walked away without certainty, and that in itself is uncomfortable. But maybe this part of the process is about release ..saying what needed to be said, and allowing the rest to unfold without control. Trusting that God who is the Maker of all things is still in control and He cares much more about that child he created, perhaps much more than what a parent like me can fathom!!

Some conversations are not meant to conclude.

They are meant to begin something unseen.

And I have to trust that I did my part...God to take it forward !! 

Pondering....wondering..learning

Why do we accept this burden, the quiet agreement, to carry another soul’s unrest as if it were our sin?

God is not silent here. He is precise.
He says:“You are not the origin of what was already broken.”

And we tender, thoughtful mistake empathy for responsibility.
We apologise for existing clearly.
We soften truth until it barely resembles itself.
But God is teaching me....

Not distance born of bitterness, but boundaries born of wisdom.
The kind Jesus practiced when He walked away from those determined to misunderstand Him.

This lesson is about authority.

Who gets to name your intentions?
Who gets to define your heart?
Who sits on the throne of your self understanding?

Because when we hand that power to fear, peace becomes conditional and love becomes exhausting.
God is returning that power to us.
He is teaching you that clarity will unsettle insecure hearts and that is not your failure.
That being misunderstood is sometimes the cost of being aligned.

So lay down the weight.
The guilt that never belonged to you.
The blame that grew in soil that was never yours.
The urge to fix what only truth can heal.

Stand rooted. Let God defend what you no longer explain.

You are not harsh.
You are not wrong.
You are not the cause.

You are learning where responsibility ends and surrender begins.
And that, that is growth wrapped in grace.