Yvette's Whispers of Faith

“He is risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him.” Mark 16:6 One must pause to wonder if we truly and I mean truly grasp the sheer magnitude of the phrase, "He is risen!" It is a statement quite unlike any other in the history of the world. While we might ponder it occasionally over a morning cup of tea, have we allowed ourselves to imagine the spectacular impact it ought to have on our own lives? Consider the facts: The Lord Jesus was placed in a tomb, quite thoroughly dead, and yet, on the third day, He rose! In that one breathtaking moment, the amazing grace of God was bestowed upon us all. He is alive, and through the profound act of accepting Him, we are granted the marvellous privilege of being called His children. This means, dear friends, that you are entitled to a fresh start a renewed mind and the divine capability to tackle any task with the expectation of success. When we labour for the Lord Jesus rather than for the fickle approval of men, He ens...

It is often said that one should finish what they start, but never has a task been completed with such magnificent, life-altering finality. In the eyes of the world, that Friday looked like a somber conclusion. But for those of us who know the rest of the story, it was the ultimate "It is Finished." • The Work is Done: Jesus didn’t just make a start on our salvation; He completed it. Once. For all. No "to-do" list remains for our grace. • The Burden is Lifted: Every stumble, every heavy heart, and every "socially awkward" failure we’ve ever endured was carried by Him on that cross. • Victory in Disguise: What appeared to be a defeat was, in truth, the most spectacular triumph in history. Because of the cross, we aren't just surviving; we are forgiven, free, and fully restored. And that, dear friends, is a truth worth making a bit of a fuss over! PRAYER: Lord, thank You for the cross and the extraordinary sacrifice You made for me. Help me to wal...

When God interrupts an ordinary day The field stretched out in the early morning heat, the kind of day that asks nothing extraordinary of you. Just the work. Just the oxen. Just the rhythm of the Plow breaking familiar ground. Elisha had no reason to expect anything different. He was not in a temple. He was not on his knees in a sacred place with his hands folded and his heart prepared. He was working, dusty, ordinary, unremarkable. The twelfth pair of oxen ahead of him, and the long day still unfolding. And then a cloak fell across his shoulders. No announcement. No trumpet. Just the quiet, unmistakable weight of it. 1 Kings 19:19 — "Elijah went up to him and threw his cloak around him." I have to be honest with you. I almost missed it. I have been walking through a dry season lately. The kind where the ground of your soul feels cracked and the sky feels distant, and you find yourself searching your own heart with a fine-tooth comb. Wondering what you are missing. Wond...

by Yvette van Niekerk The Golden Silence of the Tomb "Can you see anything?" The whisper broke the heavy silence of the valley. Howard Carter’s eyes strained, adjusting to the ancient, velvet darkness. For a moment, the air seemed to hold its breath. Then, as the light of his candle flickered against the shadows, his voice failed him. Before him lay a dazzling array of gold, treasures untouched by time. For centuries, the sands of Egypt had swallowed the secrets of the Pharaohs. Grave robbers had come and gone; archaeologists had surrendered to the heat and the hopelessness. By all accounts, Howard Carter’s mission was doomed. He had only scraps of evidence and a decade of "no." But he did not turn back. On November 26, 1922, three thousand years of waiting ended. Because one man refused to stop digging, the world gazed upon the golden mask of Tutankhamun. A river does not cut through rock because of its power, but because of its persistence. The Weight of t...

by Yvette van Niekerk The air in the room felt heavy, thick with the kind of silence that isn’t peaceful, but guarded. I’ve spent years building a wall, brick by brick, prayer by silent prayer. Thinking I was protecting my heart from the sting of disappointment. I told myself it was safety. But God whispered a harder truth to my soul: it was a stronghold of pride. In the quiet pages of my Bible, I find women whose stories mirror the shadows of my own heart. I think of Michal, looking down from her window at King David. As he danced before the Lord, stripped of his royal dignity and clothed only in his joy, she didn't see a worshiper. She saw a fool. “She despised him in her heart” (2 Samuel 6:16). That contempt wasn't just a marital spat. It was a spiritual barrenness that took root. I know that coldness. I remember a time in my own life, a moment in the sanctuary. Where I looked at another and thought, “Hypocrite.” I judged the outward show and ignored my own inward decay. T...

"Am I a prisoner of my own dismal predicament, or am I allowing the LORD God to utilise this trying season for His divine purposes?" Perhaps my chains are not a sentence, but a calling? As it is written in Ephesians 3:1-13, even a prison can be a platform. A Petition from a Stubborn Heart Dearest Heavenly Father, I must confess, with a fair amount of chagrin, that I have entirely misinterpreted this difficult season. In my haste, I assumed I was being punished, or worse, abandoned in a dusty corner. Please forgive my audacity in assuming You were against me when, in truth, You were simply positioning me. Lord, do pry my eyes open! If there is refinement needed, then by all means, refine away. If there is preparation afoot, please prepare me. Help me to trust that You are Sovereign over my messy circumstances and intentional with my life. Teach me to see myself not as a captive to my pain, but as a servant of Christ, placed precisely where I am needed for Your glory. Ephesian...