Yvette's Whispers of Faith

by Yvette van Niekerk 29 March 2026 Honour God Dear Father God, Today, on this holy morning, I come before You with praise and honour. I worship You, LORD my God. Thank You for the gift of another day, and for welcoming me into Your presence. In humility, I lift up Your holy Name: Holy, Holy, Holy are You, God Almighty. All glory and honour belong to You. I praise You, LORD, in the mighty Name of Your only begotten Son, Jesus Christ. Your Word reminds me: “For whenever our hearts condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and He knows everything.” (1 John 3:20, ESV) LORD, You know all things. You are the Creator of all, and You see me El Roi, the God who sees. “Keep your heart with all vigilance, for from it flow the springs of life.” (Proverbs 4:23, ESV) Father, I come before You this morning with a heart that longs to be aligned with Yours. Draw me near again. Where I feel distant, remind me of Your nearness. Where I feel uncertain, anchor me in Your truth. Teach me to guard my hear...

A powerful morning prayer for surrender and strength. If you are struggling with anxiety, feeling distant from God, or seeking direction, use these words to repent, find peace, and ask for God's guidance in your daily life. You don't have to walk alone. A Most Earnest Petition: A Morning of Surrender By Yvette van Niekerk An Adoration of the Almighty Heavenly Father, I must confess, as I cast my gaze upon the splendour of Your creation this morning, I am quite struck by the sheer magnitude of Your greatness. It is, in a word, overwhelming. Your power is etched into every leaf and gust of wind, and I find myself quite convinced that You are worthy of far more praise than my humble lips can manage. Lord, do help me to simply hush for a moment. In this bustling world, grant me the grace to be still and truly notice You. I wish to offer You my undivided worship today. The State of My Rather Disheveled Heart "What is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man t...

A personal look at what happens when we wander out of God's best, and how we find our way back. Can I be honest with you for a moment? Like, genuinely, pull-up-a-chair honest? Because I've been sitting with something that has been quietly, and not so quietly, getting my attention lately. It started with a verse I've read a hundred times. Romans 12:2 tells us to be transformed by the renewing of our minds, so that we can know God's "good, acceptable, and perfect will." But in another translation, that word "acceptable" becomes "permissive." And that one little word? It stopped me cold. Permissive will vs perfect will, do we really know the difference? My pastor used to say we often live in God's permissive will rather than His perfect will. I'd nod along like I fully understood. Turns out, I understood it in my head a whole lot better than I was living it in my life. God's permissive will is what He allows. His perfect will is ...

Honestly, Sarah’s email this morning gave me goosebumps. Real ones. If you know me at all, you know that doesn’t happen over just anything. Sarah sends out a daily email, and today this is what she shared: "I had a dream: A woman was being gently positioned on the ground — unconscious but alive. She is the Bride of Christ. She is alive and beautiful, but needs to arise, whole and well. ARISE, my beautiful bride, ARISE. My beloved spoke, and said to me: Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. Awake, Church, Awake — for the time is at hand to minister, to preach the Gospel, to stand against the enemy. ARISE." Now, this stopped me cold. On Sunday (22 March), our pastor spoke about the Church being asleep. Then Sarah, who hadn’t heard the sermon, used the word unconscious. Same message. Different messenger. Different day. You really cannot make this up. I think the message is clear, and it’s for all of us. We’ve become so paralysed by the noise of this world, so desens...

“So then, there remains a Sabbath rest for the people of God.” Hebrews 4:9 (ESV) Go ahead, take a deep breath. Inhale slowly, and as you let it out, whisper a word of thanks. Let the worries that have been clinging to your thoughts drift out with that breath. They don’t get to stay. Not right now. I’m sitting here in my study. If you were with me, I’d turn your chair toward the window so you could see what I’m seeing. The pool is still, and the lawn is busy with the gathering this morning. There’s a new little fellow, a white bunny, just hopping across the grass like he owns the place. The birds are playing, no other word for it, really, they’re playing, and the sun is doing something rather uncharacteristic for this time of year: it’s being gentle. There’s a soft breeze, and the air feels a touch cooler than it has any right to. Honestly, it’s as if the whole world has decided to take a collective sigh and slow down just enough to be noticed. I sit here watching it all, and a tho...

Joel 1:12 (AMP) “The vine is dried up, and the fig tree fails; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple or quince tree, even all the trees of the field are withered, so that joy has withered and fled away from the sons of men.” THOUGHT Can you imagine standing there… looking at once-beautiful trees, now dry, empty, and lifeless? The vine, the fig tree, the pomegranate, the palm… all of them withered. What once brought life and nourishment now looks tired and worn out. It must have felt heavy, like something precious had quietly slipped away. And if I am honest… I recognise that feeling. There are days when I don’t feel like myself. Days when joy doesn’t feel close or easy. It’s not always loud or dramatic; sometimes it’s just a quiet dullness, like going through the motions… doing what needs to be done, but without that spark. Almost like being in “robot mode.” Perhaps it’s tiredness. Perhaps it's life pressing a little too hard. Or perhaps it’s simply one of those ...