Yvette's Whispers of Faith

Every now and then, business goes through a dry spell, and I find myself worrying about money. There was a season when things were so quiet that I honestly didn’t know how to get back on track. Then an order came in for a birthday cake. When the customer paid, they gave me an extra R100. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but it meant the world to me. It felt like God quietly saying, “I see you. I haven’t forgotten you.” That’s not the only time it has happened. Whenever I start to worry, something comes in: another cake order, or provision from somewhere unexpected. These moments remind me that God is able to help me, and my part is simply to trust Him. Isaiah 43:1 “Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you. I have called you by name; you are Mine.” Why we can trust Him He knows you by name and is familiar with every detail of your life. You don’t have to live in fear. Receive His comfort and courage instead. He sees you and your situation, and He will help you. Sometimes God...

2 Timothy 4:18 “The Lord will rescue me from every evil attack and will bring me safely to His heavenly kingdom.” A Word for You Today Paul wrote these words from a prison cell. He had been abandoned by friends, and he knew his time was short. Yet he did not write with fear. He wrote with a quiet certainty: the Lord will rescue me. Maybe you’re carrying something heavy this morning. A worry you can’t put down. A situation you can’t fix. A weariness that sleep hasn’t touched. Take a breath and let this truth settle over you: God has not lost sight of you. He is not surprised by what you’re facing. He is not distant from it. The One who holds everything in His hands is the same One who holds you, and no attack, no sorrow, and no season of difficulty can reach you without first passing through His loving care. And this is not the end of your story. Whatever is pressing on you today is real, but it is not final. God is leading you toward something far greater than this moment: a hom...

Proverbs 10:4 "Lazy hands make for poverty, but diligent hands bring wealth." Reflection I've been sitting with this thought lately, turning it over quietly in my heart. Every one of us has been given work to do. The mother who never leaves her home, pouring herself into small hands and sticky faces. The student burning midnight oil over textbooks. The CEO carrying the weight of hundreds of livelihoods. The single parent who rises before dawn, sustained by sheer will and a whole lot of grace. The woman who keeps a household running like a quiet river, steady, unceasing, mostly unseen. The skilled professional. The one whose body limits what their spirit longs to do. The babysitter, the housekeeper, the faithful volunteer ladling soup at the rescue mission on a cold Tuesday night. Every single one of us, we are called to work. And here is what I need to remember, what I want to press deep into my bones: it does not matter whether my work is noticed by the world around me...

Lord, prepare me to be a true worshiper Psalm 147:1 "Praise the LORD! For it is good to sing praises to our God; for it is pleasant, and praise is beautiful." Reflection For a long time, genuine worship has been a real struggle for me. I have grown so accustomed to simply listening to music rather than actively engaging in praise that breaking the habit has proven difficult. Unless a song truly resonates deep within me, I find my attention drifting away almost without realising it. So, when it comes to praise and worship, I have to deliberately lean in and press through. I am not entirely sure what caused me to withdraw in this area, but I know that I have. Even now, I am making a conscious effort to worship and praise the LORD wholeheartedly because I know that is exactly what God desires from me. God calls me to sing my praises to Him: "Serve the LORD with gladness; come before His presence with singing." Psalm 100:2 God calls me to lift my hands to Him: "Li...

A true story about stubbornness, grace, and the doors God keeps opening anyway There is a particular kind of foolishness that lives in all of us. The kind that wears the disguise of wisdom right up until the moment it doesn't. I know this because I have lived it, and I am not too proud to say so anymore. Although, once upon a time, I very much was. A few years ago, a manager went out of their way to arrange a good position for me. It was a gift, really someone seeing my worth and making room for me. But then another opportunity appeared on the horizon, closer to home, and with a salary that made the first offer seem modest by comparison. I told myself it was practical. Sensible. Smart. I took the new job. Within a month, I was let go. I had done my work exactly as I was asked. But favour, as anyone who has navigated an office knows, is not always about competence. The women there simply did not like me, and that was that. I walked out of those doors and straight into the silen...

Dear Father God, How do I begin to thank You for the gift of Your Word? It is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path (Psalm 119:105) and oh, how I need that light. Without it, I stumble. Without it, my soul grows hollow and hungry, grasping at things that cannot satisfy. Your Word is the bread I cannot live without. The water my spirit craves in the dry and weary places. So, I come to You today with open hands and an open heart. Open my eyes, Lord. Not just to read the words on the page, but to see to truly comprehend the depths hidden there. The treasures buried beneath the surface, waiting for the one who seeks with their whole heart. Give me understanding greater than I have ever known. Make me teachable. Make me willing. Quiet the pride in me that thinks it already knows. Replace it with the hunger of a student who has so much yet to learn. I want Your instruction. I desire it. Help me to be diligent. Father, faithfully placing Your Word inside my soul each and every day. Not as...

Psalm 119:133 “Direct my steps by Your word, and let no iniquity have dominion over me.” Reflection When I first felt the stirring to write my devotional, Crushed but Fragrant, I did not fully understand the weight of those words. I thought perhaps it was simply a title, something meaningful, yet distant. But now… I see it differently. Now I understand that each day carries its own testing. From the moment I open my eyes, life begins to press in demands, decisions, weariness, and the quiet battles no one else sees. And in those moments, I realise just how much I need the Lord to guide my every step. So today, I choose not to walk alone. I take His Word as my lamp and my direction. I hold onto Psalm 119:133, asking Him to order my steps, to keep me steady, and to guard my heart from anything that seeks to take hold where it does not belong. I find myself longing for wisdom real wisdom, the kind that steadies the soul. And He reminds me in Psalm 19:7 that His Word is perfect, resto...

There is a holy rhythm to the close of day; one I have come to cherish like a well-worn prayer. The moment I cross the threshold of home, my feet carry me to the kitchen without thought, without deliberation. It is instinct. It is love made visible. I lose myself in the quiet ceremony of preparing the evening meal. The soft rhythm of chopping, the warmth rising from the stove, the setting of the table like an altar prepared with intention. I wash the dishes I have dirtied, restoring order, completing the circle. Only then do I permit myself to rest. I settle into the living room, the couch receiving me like an old friend. I reach for the remote and search for something with edges; murder, intrigue, the shadowed world of spies. I am drawn to suspense the way a moth is drawn to candlelight. And as I wait for the sound of my husband's key in the door, somewhere between one heartbeat and the next, my eyes grow heavy... and I drift. A stolen nap. A small mercy. His arrival stirs me ...

Based on Jeremiah 31:14 “My dearest soul,” the Lord seems to whisper, “I will fill you yes, abundantly so with My goodness.” There are moments in life when one feels rather like an empty teacup; useful, perhaps, but quite in need of filling. Yet here is the delightful truth: we are not called to live half-filled, worn thin, or merely managing. No indeed. We are invited into a life brimming over with the rich, undeserved grace of God. The Lord, in His tender kindness, is not content to leave hearts weary and spirits dull. He delights in restoring joy, proper, deep-rooted joy and bringing a sense of fulfilment that no earthly striving could ever accomplish. What a comfort to know that He specialises in restoration, even when we feel a touch beyond repair. And this promise? It is not reserved for a select few with perfect composure or unwavering strength. It is for all His children including you, dear heart. His goodness is not measured out sparingly. It arrives with generosity: in bl...

By Yvette van Niekerk I'll be honest with you, I am not what you would call a social media person. Not in the way the world seems to expect these days, where feeds are scrolled like scripture and notifications arrive like urgent telegrams. No, my relationship with social media is something quieter, something more like wandering through a garden at my own pace rather than rushing through a crowded marketplace. Let me take you on a little tour of my digital world. Facebook is where I go to simply be. Not to perform, not to debate, not to announce. Just to look and to appreciate. I find myself drawn to the most beautiful, unhurried corners of it: the crochet patterns that make my fingers itch with creative longing. The flower arrangements that remind me that there is still so much loveliness in this world if you know where to look. And then, of course, there are the faces of family, a photo here, a post there, small windows into lives I love. I don't comment on everything. I don...

“I will give you every place where you set your foot.” — Book of Joshua 1:3 (NIV) Now, if one were to sit down with a cup of tea and thoughtfully wander through the pages of the Book of Job, one might quickly discover that transformation is rarely a tidy affair. In fact, it tends to involve a fair bit of fire. Gold, you see, does not simply wake up one morning and decide to sparkle. It must endure heat, just the right amount, for just the right length of time. Carefully measured by the Refiner Himself. Attempt to rush such a process, and instead of something precious, you may very well end up with something far less remarkable… tin, perhaps, which no one ever writes poems about. And then comes the Lord’s promise to Joshua, spoken with quiet authority: “I will give you every place where you set your foot.” Which, when one thinks about it, is rather like saying, “My dear child, I have already prepared the promise, but you must still do the walking.” It is not always grand strides and tr...

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...