You Will Bloom

In March 2025, I planted a red ginger in my garden. I don’t remember exactly what I was expecting maybe a quicker payoff, maybe just to see if it would grow at all. Months passed. Nothing happened. I convinced myself…

In March 2025, I planted a red ginger in my garden. I don’t remember exactly what I was expecting maybe a quicker payoff, maybe just to see if it would grow at all. Months passed. Nothing happened. I convinced myself…

Sometimes what hurts most is not the mistake itself but the silence that follows.Not the “I’m sorry, I hurt you. You didn’t deserve that.”But the absence of words. The absence of acknowledgment. Silence doesn’t close a door. It leaves it…

I sit in my online class, pen in hand,Looking at the screen trying to understand.The teacher asks, voices rise and fallMeanwhile I’m here asking myselfIf did we learn this at all? I flip through my notes hoping to seeSomething that…

“That’s where we are all going… life is short.” It stops me. It triggers something deep within me. Not because it isn’t true but because of how carelessly it is said.There are moments when words that are meant to make…

In the hustle and heaviness of life, sometimes God sends a word that cuts through the noise and straight to our spirit. This Sunday, two verses stood out for me and spoke straight to my heart. Luke 10:19 (ERV)“He is…

We want to check on you all…But truth isWe aren’t fine ourselves.So we sit with heavy heartsAnd silent phonesHoping that we all somehow get through it…Without each other. Because Earth is hard.And sometimesEven reaching out feels like lifting a mountain.So…

At the start of this year, on January 2nd, I lost my mother. Saying that still feels like tearing open a wound. Nothing prepares you for the weight of losing someone who loved you so deeply and so purely. The…

Grief. What is it really? Is it the deep pain in my chest when I wake up every morning knowing I can’t call you to ask how you slept? Is it the lump in my throat at lunchtime when I…

Dear Mum, I often wonder what life would be like if you were still here. And here are three versions of this in my mind; The first version is where you are here, healthy, happy and living life the way…

Thoughts have been circling for days, wondering if there’s even a right to say anything at all. This feels like delicate ground, one that needs to be approached with care, respect, and honesty. That hopefully could strengthen things rather than…