Yvonne PatockAs the orange pink hue of the setting sun Paints itself across the greying sky I see the beauty God cannot disguise I know a love that cannot lie A sea of black engulfs the night And the stars appear to spread the...
The church was filled to the brim with people full of cheer and an eagerness to praise the LORD. We were new in town, and I could feel their eyes on me, on us. The clapping of hands were like thunderstorms to my ears, the words of the past...
We had just had an argument and the atmosphere inside the car was tense and thick. I angled my face away, making sure that my eyes remained riveted to the road ahead of us. The grim expressions on our faces said it all; we were not happy. But in a...
I think that one of the hardest and yet, simplest thing to do is to tell the truth. It’s difficult because with honesty comes a great deal of vulnerability. This, in turn, means that you put yourself in a position of possible hurt. However...
I watched the sun as it slowly slipped from the edge of the earth, before plunging the world into darkness. I sat outside, my face upturned as I waited for dawn to break. Would it ever break? Would the bright rays of the sun paint the horizon in all...
God holds the steering wheel, but I can’t help but furrow my eyebrows and question the direction He chooses. “It’s too long a distance,” I point out, “and I’ll be the one that loses.” Yet, He carries on at a seemingly slow and agonizing pace. I feel...
Love knocks on my door before I saunter over to open. Wait, I say to myself, fear may be back, forcing me to reopen. So I hesitate, lest my poor heart be broken. Love knocks on my door once more, a little impatient and I’m torn in two. So...
Let’s talk about fear for a minute or two. Let us talk about the dreams it’s stolen and friendships it’s shattered in two. Yes, let’s talk about what makes us bristle and steel our spines despite the knowledge of what we ought to do. Do you...
He, just like Apostle Paul, considered himself a wretch. Yet, God extended his grace to him. Even in his deepest and darkest, God's grace, though unmerited and undeserved, just like anyone else who is saved, was granted to him. John Newton gladly...
There are stories, since time immemorial, that remain untold. Hidden away under lock and key, or perhaps, even hidden in the hearts of man. Due to the nature of the story, perchance, the people deemed it fit to keep it secret. In a bid to maintain...