Last week, I read a beautiful, powerful, and haunting work of fiction written by Hannah Kent. ‘Burial Rites’ tells the story of Agnes, a servant in northern Iceland who was condemned to death after the murder of two men. Agnes was also the last woman executed in Iceland in 1829. This book made me realize, …
A few weeks ago, I attended a gathering of believers. For the first time in my life, I was acutely aware of just how out of place I really was. It was highly uncomfortable, and I knew I didn’t belong at all. It wasn’t the race, culture, or even the language that was different. All …
This previous weekend, I went on a getaway with a group of 260+ people to Eersterivier, in the Western Cape. There were approximately 180 adults, 20 teenagers, 40 children, and 20 toddlers in total. We were all divided into three groups: those that stayed in houses, those that camped, and then the teenagers were placed …
Met ‘n sleutel in my hand Staan ek by die deur van my hart. Oopgesluit en oopgestoot Stap ek in en gaan voort. Ek ontdek ‘n hart van groen Alles het gegroei en gegroei. My gedagtes en ervaringe Is vars en nuut opgegrawe. Daar is ‘n stilte wat my omvou ‘n Rustigheid soos …
‘Then the Lord answered me and said, ‘Write the vision and make it plain on tablets, that he may run who reads it.’ Habakkuk 2:2 In 2021, my word for that year was that it was going to be a ‘Year of Restoration.’ It was beautiful to watch that word unfold in my life, and …
Ever since I launched JSSM in November 2021, the response has been overwhelming. Here are some of the lovely feedback I received: It’s an accelerated season for Jeffrey’s Bay. Vicki, you’re destined to pioneer God’s dreams. May God continue to strengthen you and the team, to keep on doing the great work you are doing. Just …
A couple of weeks ago, I re-watched Legally Blonde on Netflix for the first time in years. Immediately, I took a walk down memory lane, and it felt like I was a teenager again. I couldn’t stop smiling all throughout the film, and I even laughed a few times. Most of all, I was struck …
It’s everywhere. It pops up during conversations, it shows on our phone screens. It’s on billboards and adverts. It’s in magazines and newspapers. It’s written in the clouds and the rainbows. It’s through sermons and podcasts. It shows up in our dreams and visions. It’s weaved in nature and the chaos of the city. It’s …
As a child, I had an obsession with Hollywood and all it entailed. We didn’t have the internet, so my only means of access to Hollywood was through reading Huisgenoot (YOU) magazines. However, I was forbidden from reading that ‘gossipy magazine’, but I made a plan. Every week or so, I would visit my friend’s home. …
Boldness is an awkward, uncomfortable thing. It forces you to step outside of your cozy little boat and to walk on the unpredictable water. It’s sink or swim once you get going. This week, I decided to relaunch my creative writing school project. I started marketing it again, this time at a coffee shop and …
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 …