A story for the blog

This is the story: I finally have a job and I absolutely love it. Getting to work on the other hand is not the most amazing experience everyday. But I've tried to find the entertaining side of taking public transport.

For some reason, on those unfortunate days when I have to take the front seat of the taxi, the driver feels a pressing need to a) make conversation with me and b) nudge me when they get to the punchline. I'm not a morning person and so when you're hoping to engage me in conversation or make me laugh, please understand this: I'd rather be asleep, I will politely laugh at the moments that I assume are the funny moments, I may ask a question related to keywords that I've picked up from what you're saying but really dude, I'm not interested. Afternoons are much the same except one taxi driver took it upon himself to solve my problem of singleness. This story I must tell:

YWAM and my heart

So I sent this as a newsletter to friends and acquaintances a few months ago. I tried to send it to as many people as possible but I know it hasn't reached everyone in my world. It's a piece of my life and experience this year. Make a cup of tea, sit back and enjoy the read.

"As many of you know, I took a year out after my degree. I really just wanted to refocus my life and hear what God is saying about the next part of my journey.

Declaration of love

Dear friend,

I love you (said with me looking deeply into your eyes along with my serious voice). Please, know that I love you. Life is short and I just want you to know that in this lifetime you were loved by me. That’s really all I wanted to say, but since you’ve taken the time to visit my blog let me say more about this.

We laid my cousin’s body to rest today and I’m still trying to wrap my head around her death. She would have turned 27 this month and made a huge success of her life in the years to come. I don’t doubt that at all.

Don't wish for another day

I posted this in 2009 on my wordpress blog. I"m no longer using wordpress so I thought I'd repost it here. Here it is:

It was Rebecca st. James who sang  “Don’t wish for another day, be glad and use the one you’re in…” the song obviously goes on to talk about being grateful and thanking God for the one you’re in. I will admit that this has possibly been the hardest thing for me to do.

Repost: Brown is for confused

I wrote this post in 2009. I'm posting it on this blog just for just. Make of it what you want. 

I woke up this morning and found that my face was on the road to recovery. By recovery I mean that the products I've been using are actually working and helping my face recover from the damaging effects of the sun.

Wedding days

Weddings make me happy. They can be small or big, fancy or simple, but as long as the couple is in love and God comes to the party, the couple is guaranteed to hear several aaaaah's coming from me.

One of my closest friends sister got married yesterday and it was the sweetest wedding I've seen to date. Isn't it just so amazing how some weddings reflect the couple? This one was exactly that. Small, intimate and encouraging. What I mean by encouraging is that theirs is a story out of a romantic comedy. They have both the romance and the laughter in their life and it you saw it at the wedding too.

I saw the standard of a godly love story yesterday and I'm keen for my own.

Sighs and smiles,
Refilwe

What will they say?

They say that only good men die and that you're not meant to speak ill of the dead. I wonder why that is; if a person didn't live well then shouldn't we be telling others so that they don't repeat the same mistake? I can understand that we don't want to offend and hurt those who are mourning their loved ones but once person has passed all the opportunities we had to tell them the truth are gone. We can try make ourselves feel better and say lovely things about them or we can speak the truth in love hoping that those present at the funeral will choose to walk differently and choose eternal life that is Jesus Christ.