At the age of twenty-two, my first book was published. It happened rather easily and unexpectedly. A publisher had seen me on television, and they emailed me, ‘Please write your memoir.’ I was given carte blanche, with only one request. I had to write the book in Afrikaans. I was a full-time motivational speaker by …
Why do we remember the bad stuff so easily? Why do we hold on so tightly to the bad memories? We can easily name all the bad things that have happened to us. I have been asking these questions for some time now… especially in regards to God’s faithfulness and trustworthiness. It is becoming a …
| READ PART ONE OF THIS ESSAY | Prophesying over others can be a scary thing. It requires boldness, to take a leap of faith and hope that Holy Spirit will catch us. It’s a journey of learning to trust Him and getting to know His nature and how He functions. I remember the first …
In the past, whenever I used to do motivational talks, I would prepare myself. I knew I had to clear out my schedule for a few days after doing a talk. I would be drained, completely tired, and empty. I made sure I had no other big commitments to attend to. Instead, I would stay …
| First Published in Kouga Express | Before I came into this world, my parents decided on two names. If I was to be a boy, I would be called André, after my paternal grandfather. But if I turned out to be a girl, I would get the name Vicki. They were very specific about …
My early years were spent climbing trees with friends, going to the park with friends, and riding bikes with friends. My whole childhood was filled with friends – friends that I made on the street, friends at children’s church, friends in school, friends at friends’ houses, etc. Everywhere I went, I collected friends like I …
We kicked off the weekend with an alumni meeting, then an Encounter Evening at Global Leadership Academy. The next morning we did Treasure Hunt on the streets of Jeffrey’s Bay. On Sunday afternoon, we had a gathering at Grant’s place. It was a weekend filled with Spirit-led moments, radical encounters, prophesying, worship, etc. Herewith, a …
During Encounter Night on Friday 24 September, I was stirred by Holy Spirit to prophesy over the fathers in the room. But quickly other things caught my attention, and soon I completely forgot about it. I was reminded of it again when I attended Wave Point’s service that following Sunday. Pastor CJay shared with us …
It was a morning in paradise. With the sun shining on my face and the turquoise ocean in my view, I truly felt blessed. My mom and I were collecting shells on the beach, something which Jeffrey’s Bay has a wide variety of. As a newcomer, picking up shells is still a highlight for me. …
The Year I Start: I am 15 years old, and I start to write. Yes, the words flow out of me, and they bring healing – but only up to a point. I sit at my desk, pen in hand, paper in front of me. I have a mental picture of someone – or something …
‘Good people pass away; the godly often die before their time.’ Isaiah 57:1 Ever since my mom and I moved to Jeffrey’s Bay about seven months ago, I’ve often found myself thinking of my father. He grew up in Adelaide, a small town about 300 km from Jeffrey’s Bay, and he had fond memories of …
| First Published In Kouga Express Newspaper | A few nights ago, I awoke from a startling dream. I sat upright, and checked my alarm clock. It was four a.m. on the dot. ‘Great,’ I muttered out loud. ‘Now I’m going to struggle to sleep again.’ As I tried in vain to go back to …
| First Published in Kouga Express Newspaper | Some things can be replaced: a lost key, sunglasses, a cosy jersey. Other things take more time to get restored: money, old houses, broken-down cars. Even relationships can get a second chance once new life is breathed into them. But time can’t be restored – or can …
It is a Friday afternoon, and I am part of an encounter session at Global Leadership Academy. Peaceful music plays in the background, but I do not have peace. I am restless, fidgety, overwhelmed. I have too many plans, projects, and ideas that I still want to tackle. But there’s so little time, and I …
| First Published in Kouga Express | As a child, I didn’t like it when people saw my hearing aids. I did everything I could to hide it: I wore my hair down as often as I could; I even braided my hair sideways. When people saw my hearing aids, their demeanor towards me would …