Yvette's Whispers of Faith

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...