Yvette's Whispers of Faith

Isaiah 43:1 ‘Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by your name; you are Mine.’ Well, good morning, friends. It’s one of those days where the sun is putting on a lovely show, but the temperature didn’t get the memo about warmth. Brisk. Crisp. The kind of air that wakes you right up whether you like it or not. And honestly? I’m here for it. Because in ten days, TEN DAYS, can you believe it? I land in Adelaide, Australia. Let me tell you, my heart is doing a happy dance that would embarrass any professional dancer. I’ll see my daughter. My son-in-law. My two granddaughters. Three whole months of hugs, laughter, probably some chaos, and definitely too much coffee. The joy of knowing I’ll be with them? Unmatched. Except for this one thing. This morning, I was rummaging around in my memory (and my jewellery box) and I found a bracelet my husband gave me ten years ago. Not diamonds. Not gold that would impress a king. Just a simple reminder: God has called me by my nam...

Ecclesiastes 7:29 — "This only have I found: God made mankind upright, but they have gone in search of many schemes." Ecclesiastes 7:23–26 I have read the words of Solomon more times than I can count, and every time I arrive at this passage, I slow down. Not because it is comfortable, it isn't, but because it is honest in the way that only hard-won wisdom can be. "I am determined to be wise — but this was beyond me." Solomon. The wisest man who ever lived. And even he threw his hands up. There is something quietly liberating about that. I have been sitting with a particular kind of pain lately. The kind that does not announce itself loudly at the door but slips in through the cracks. Through a sly look, a whispered word, a betrayal you almost missed but your spirit caught before your mind did. You know the feeling. That slow burn that starts somewhere behind your ribs and works its way upward until your jaw is tight and your thoughts are running laps at two in ...

Luke 18:1 “Jesus told His disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up.” Reflection There are days when prayer feels like tossing words into the wind, hoping they’ll land somewhere near heaven. Yet today, I’m reminded that prayer isn’t wishful thinking. It’s faith in action. It’s believing that God not only hears but intervenes, even when circumstances seem stubbornly unmoved. So, I bring before Him the concerns weighing on my heart, my mom’s visa that remains pending, the uncertainty that lingers. And yet, I choose trust. I choose to believe His will is at work in both our lives. Hope, after all, is not a fragile thing. It’s a promise rooted in His Word. And with that promise, I stand firm, refusing to lose heart, pressing on in prayer, and clinging to the assurance that He is faithful. Prayer Lord Jesus, teach me the art of persistence in prayer. When discouragement whispers, remind me that You are near. I lay my concerns before You, trusting th...

"He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others." 2 Corinthians 1:4 Reflection Some days just feel… off. You start with good intentions, but somewhere along the way, your focus slips, your energy dips, and that sense of “I’ve got this” quietly disappears. You try to push through, but instead, you feel scattered, tired, and a little discouraged. Here’s the truth we often forget: You were never meant to carry everything on your own. God doesn’t wait for things to fall apart before He steps in. He meets you right in the middle of your messy, unproductive, “I’ve lost my mojo” kind of days. Nothing is too small. Not your tiredness. Not your frustration. Not even that quiet feeling that you’re not quite yourself. He sees it all and He cares. God’s comfort isn’t reserved for big crises. It’s available in the ordinary moments too. In the middle of a busy day. In the pause between tasks. In the sigh you didn’t even realise you let out. And when He comforts you...

"I want to be clear from the outset: this is not about a people, a culture, or a nation. It is about a specific moment in time, and a personal threshold for risk." If someone asked me which place in the world I would hesitate most to visit. My honest answer would be the eastern regions of the Democratic Republic of Congo. I say "regions" deliberately, because this is not a verdict on a country of nearly 100 million people. A land of extraordinary beauty, ancient rivers, rare wildlife, and deep, layered culture. It is a response to a reality that even Congolese citizens themselves have had to live with, flee from, or fight against for decades. Living in South Africa shapes how I see this. I am not someone sheltered from complexity or violence. I understand that crime, inequality, and danger do not define a whole country. I live in one where outsiders often make that same lazy mistake. I know what it feels like when your home is reduced to its worst headlines. So,...

"Ill-gotten treasures have no lasting value, but righteousness delivers from death. The Lord does not let the righteous go hungry, but he thwarts the craving of the wicked. Lazy hands make for poverty, but diligent hands bring wealth." Proverbs 10:2–10 Reflection The Turning Point: I used to think that by this stage of my life. The path was already set in stone. I looked at the mirror and saw the silver hair and the lines of age. I felt as though I was simply watching the clock run out on my dreams. I’ve spent years in the "midlife crisis." Wrestling with the ghosts of regrets, careers that didn't flourish, relationships that felt the strain of time. The nagging fear of being "less than" in a world that prises youth and worldly success. But then I saw Zacchaeus. He was a man who had spent his life traveling in the wrong direction. Chasing "ill-gotten treasures" that left his soul hungry. When he climbed that tree, he wasn't just trying t...

Zechariah 8:23 (NKJV) “Let us go with you, for we have heard that God is with you.” Reflection There is a magnetic beauty in a soul that has found its rest in God. Zechariah spoke of a time when nations would take hold of a believer’s sleeve. Pleading to follow them because they could see the unmistakable mark of the Divine. It wasn't because of a loud sermon or a grand platform; it was because of a life that hummed with the quiet melody of Heaven. Consider the humble cook, Nicholas Herman. He spent his days in the heat of a monastery kitchen. Surrounded by the clatter of pots and the endless demands of hungry men. He wrestled with deep anxieties. Wondering if he was truly saved, until he looked at a tree in winter and realised the secret. Growth doesn't come from striving, but from being rooted in the Source. He transformed his kitchen into a sanctuary. He stopped performing for God and simply started living with Him. Whether he was scrubbing a floor or repairing a worn-out...

“Memorize His laws and tell them to your children over and over.” Deuteronomy 6:6-7 (CEV) Reflection The world outside our doors often feels like a rising tide, heavy and relentless, pressing against the glass of our homes with a weight that threatens to shatter our peace. It is a wearying battle to raise children where virtue is treated as a relic and shadows are called light. Yet, we must remember: the darkness has never been a match for the Dawn. With the Father’s hand guiding yours, you can lead your little one’s home. Faith is not caught in a single moment of lightning; it is cultivated in the quiet, steady rhythm of a life lived for Him. Consider these five ways to plant the seeds of eternity: • Speak the Language of Heaven: Start while their hearts are soft and new. Let the last sound they hear before sleep be the cadence of your voice reading of His wonders, and the gentle murmur of your prayers, thanking the Savior for the grace that covered your own sins. • Unveil the...

By Yvette van Niekerk Gracious, but hasn't the weather been behaving in a most peculiar fashion lately? One moment I’m adjusting my bonnet against a gale that threatens to whisk me straight to the next county, and the next, the sun is peeking through the clouds as if it hadn’t a care in the world. However, I find I cannot complain one bit. For when the clouds’ part after a particularly spirited downpour. We are treated to the most magnificent spectacle in all of High Society, and by that, I mean the Heavens, of course! The Ultimate Fashion Statement If one were to look closely at Genesis 9:13, one would find that the Almighty has a flair for design that puts even the most sought-after Parisian dressmakers to shame. He says: ‘I have set My rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between Me and the earth.’ Isn't that just like our Lord? He doesn't simply send a formal note or a dusty ledger to remind us of His intentions. No, He paints a masterpiece ac...

Goodness gracious, one simply cannot help but notice that we are all granted the exact same 168 hours in a week. It is a staggering thought, is it not? Yet, if one only tends to their spiritual constitution during a brief hour on Sunday morning. I daresay they shall remain in a state of perpetual spiritual infancy. Now, do picture an infant for a moment. Quite adorable, yes, but remarkably incapable of feeding themselves. They would choose a bowl of smarties over a plate of nourishing carrots every single time! They tumble about, wander into the most inconvenient sorts of trouble, and are, if we are being honest, rather self-centred. They require constant discipline and a firm hand of training. Are you beginning to see the portrait I’m painting? The "New Birth" is a marvellous, breathtaking event. A launching pad of the highest order! It was never intended to be a permanent residence in a crib. As it is written in Hebrews 6:1, “Let us stop going over the basic teachings abou...

"Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know." — Jeremiah 33:3 We have all walked those dusty, stretching miles where the silence feels heavy enough to crush the spirit. There are days when we cry out, and our words seem to dissolve like mist against a cold, grey sky. We leave messages that go unreturned; we offer up our hearts only to feel as though they’ve vanished into a vast, digital abyss. In the quiet, the enemy whispers the cruelest lie of all: No one is listening. But then, the Word breaks through the shadows. A steady, golden lamp for our feet. I am reminded, with a heart full of renewed wonder, that there is One who always answers. He is not a distant King, secluded behind high walls. No, He is the God who meets us in the middle of the mess. In the chaos, the heartache, and those "how did I get here?" Moments that leave us breathless with fear. The Creator of the stars doesn't just tolerate our voices...

“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...

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 ...

Before you dash off—because I know life does tend to keep us all rather busy—I wanted to share something close to my heart. My daughter has written a book, and I must admit, I am just a tiny bit proud (and by tiny, I mean quite a lot). If you’d like to take a peek, you can find it here: https://a.co/d/03cY0WRv

Proverbs 4:23 (AMP) “Keep and guard your heart with all vigilance and above all that you guard, for out of it flow the springs of life.” THOUGHT This afternoon was… well, rather memorable in the most unexpected way. Mom was sitting outside, enjoying one of her quiet moments with a cigarette in hand and the sun gently warming her shoulders. I decided to join her, thinking it would be a simple, peaceful visit. I was mistaken. Because, as it turns out, Mom had been doing research. On “The Facebook,” no less. Now when my mom says “The Facebook,” one must prepare oneself, because it usually means she has discovered something both fascinating and slightly alarming. And today’s discovery? Wrinkles. More specifically… how to get rid of them. With great seriousness, she began explaining what she had learned over the past few days. There was talk of smoother skin, fewer lines, and something called a derma roller, which, according to her, appears to be nothing short of miraculous. “I think I m...

Jeremiah 31:23 (ESV) This is what the LORD Almighty, the God of Israel, says: “When I bring them back from captivity, the people in the land of Judah and in its towns will once again use these words: ‘The LORD bless you, O righteous dwelling, O sacred mountain.’” Thought There are moments in life when words simply stop. Not because there is nothing to say, but because somewhere between the waiting and the weariness, the language of hope quietly slips away. The blessings I once spoke over my life begin to feel like a foreign tongue. I remember saying them, but somehow I can no longer quite find them. Are you facing a dry season? Something stopped me in my tracks this morning. In a quiet moment I opened my Bible, and my eyes fell on Jeremiah 31:23. As I read the verse again, slowly, I noticed something I had never seen quite so clearly before: “This is what the LORD Almighty, the God of Israel, says: ‘When I bring them back from captivity…’” Let me share a little background, and ...

Good morning dear reader, I am learning to pray to the LORD, I have done this for many years and thought I would structure my prayers and see if this is something you too would like to use. 1. Honour and Worship God (Adoration) We need to start by honouring who God is, not first asking for things. This turns my heart toward Him and reminds me of His greatness. I try praise His character, His creation, and His love. Example: “I will ponder all Your work, and meditate on Your mighty deeds.” Psalm 77:12 Abba Father, I honour and worship You. You are holy, mighty, and full of love. When I look at Your creation: the sky, the earth, the living creatures; I see Your greatness. Thank You for being my God and for knowing my name. Purpose: This places me and my heart in awe and gratitude before God. 2. Confession and Humility Next, gently opening my heart honestly before God. Ask forgiveness and invite Him to cleanse my heart. Example Scripture: “Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me ...

To everyone who has stopped by, clicked a link, and taken a moment to read, thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Seeing people find their way to this little corner of the internet has meant more than I can easily put into words. Whether you stumbled across a post by accident or came back intentionally, your presence here has not gone unnoticed, and it has not been taken for granted. I'll be honest with you: I'm still learning. This blog is as much a journey for me as it is (I hope) something valuable for you. I'm growing slowly, finding my rhythm, and working on building the consistency and diligence that good writing deserves. There were gaps, and there may be bumps ahead, but I'm committed to showing up more, sharing more, and improving with every post. So if you've been patient with me, thank you. If you're new here, welcome, you arrived at just the right time. More is coming. With gratitude, Yvette van Niekerk