Category: Thoughts

Soli Deo gloria – III




With but the echo of Your voice

You create heavens and earth

all creation bow down; rejoice

for You are created through God’s mirth

Under a canopy of stars we sleep

knowing that it is woven by Your hand

You give peace to those You keep

in the silent, lost and lonely land




Soli Deo gloria – II




When I come to You with prayer:

during hectic times, anxious times or

peaceful times – You listen.

You listen when I am weak

You listen when I falter

You listen when I am praying with joy


Lord, You are my Father and Your ears

are never too busy to hear me

Whether I am seven, seventeen or seventy-one:

You listen to Your child’s prayer

I am overcome with awe that You

would consider my prayer to be meaningful,

even though it might seem trivial.


You care more about the small,

Seemingly insignificant details of life

than I could ever imagine

Praise You Lord, for You

listen to the utterances of a sinner



Assignment – Soli Deo gloria – I

Our pastor tasked us with an assignment this week: to write a psalm for every day of the week. It is meant as a form of spiritual reflection or spiritual exercise, if you like. I will be posting my psalms every day, as they fall from my mouth. Psalms of praise. Psalms of gratitude. Psalms of wrestling. Psalms of frustration. Psalms to glorify He who does not break promises. Psalms to reflect on the beauty of the Lord.



Lord, oh Lord!

I shudder at your might

I fall to my knees and

I tremble at your magnificence

For I am not worthy

To even think about

Your radiance glory

In the times I am in darkness

you point out the Light

In the times that I stray

you pull me by the hem

I am but a cub;

seeking your safety

I am but a cub;

held safely in your jaws

In the desolate city

you are the electric signs

that guide me back home

In the emptiness of the world

you are warmth

You make me worthy



Cultivating a Garden


People’s views and ideas are seeds, ready to be swept away (spread) by the wind (dialogue and experience). In order to cultivate a garden (mindfulness) filled with various flowers (understanding of various people), one has to collect different seeds (opinions, outlooks, understandings) blown by different winds (people in different cultures and walks of life). One has to regularly water these various seeds (gain a true understanding of the person you are engaging with, through listening, asking questions and introspection. One has to challenge one’s own views. One has to rebuild one’s views as one’s ignorance melts away). This is how one cultivates and maintains a healthy and diverse garden; a garden which any visitor will feel comfortable to visit. This is a garden void of prejudice, preconceived ideas and misconceptions. This is a garden of empathy, a garden that intelligently thinks about lives of other flowers. This garden does not only concern itself with its own flowers, but includes the seeds and flowers of others.


The lens: capturing the kaleidoscope of feelings that bursts into the mind of the soul who beholds. The image evokes a different feeling and experience to every different soul, because of the uniqueness of every soul. This is the essence of art: the various subjective interpretations that flows from the differences in mind and heart.


Namaqualand | Relationships | Value

I heard a beautiful story about a widower who went to Namaqualand following the death of a lover. The trip of mourning, grief and reflection turned out to be so much more than a farewell, as the trip resulted in love found once more. There are times when we think that we have lost love forever; failed relationships and death are amongst the chains we put on our minds and hearts. But sometimes, these events lead you to Namaqualand, where, once you have found peace, you will be presented a bright yellow Namaqualand flower to carry with you for the rest of your life. Think about it: you will break up with every person you go out with, except for one. And even after death, love is not lost. The story was told out of the perspective of sadness for a relationship that withered and had run its course, and the storyteller joked that a Namaqualand flower is waiting for her. And she is absolutely right – there is a Namaqualand flower waiting for her; and she is the Namaqualand flower that someone else has been waiting for. It is through patiently waiting that we will be presented the perfect flower.

Personally, I believe that everything happens for a reason; that we are placed in certain people’s lives for a reason and that certain people are placed in our lives for a reason. Life is a classroom of continuous learning. Most of us have a yearning to spend our lives adventuring with someone like-minded; and God has chosen a Namaqualand flower for each of us. We just need to wait actively, patiently and with content.

It also made me think about a thing that has pressed on my heart for some time now: the fact that we sometimes fall into the trap of finding our value and worth from external sources. Sometimes we define ourselves either consciously or subconsciously by the things of this world. Many times I feel worthy or valuable only when I perform well and when I am praised for my performance. People crave attention and fame – thinking that being a Hollywood star will add to their value or worth as a person. Other people find their worth and value in money – having more than others automatically make them feel superior. Other people crave power – the ability to control and to manipulate outcomes. Most of these things: performance, money and power, aren’t inherently bad things, but we often try to find our value in these things. There is a risk that performance, money and power is the things that we end up living for.

Another subconscious source of value and worth is the value or worth that we think comes from the partners in our relationships. Ultimately, another person can never increase your value as a person. No external source can provide you with value and worth.

So where does your value and worth come from? Your value and worth was deposited inside you when you were created. God had created you with immense value and worth, worth and value that nobody can ever take away from you or tell you that you don’t have. We were all created in the image of God. Meaning that all of us (white, black, Indian, poor, rich, atheist, Muslim, Christian, all 8 billion humans on earth) have an amazing amount of value that emanates from an internal source. Understanding the source of a person’s value is a game changer and it swings open the doors of grace.

God has chosen the perfect Namaqualand flower just for you, long before you were even born. Our Father knows what we need even before we ask for it.



In grief and sadness
We let go of lovers lost
Lovers taken away,
Lovers who walk away


Time and careful reflection
Will point the direction
To a dusty desert where soon
Wild yellow flowers will bloom


It is in the dry and arid dust
Where your flower shoots
Through earth’s tough crust
Shaking off soul’s dusty soot


In truth, a flower has been chosen
Specially for your hand
Until the ends of your days:
A dual light to find your way


Time and peaceful reflection
Will show the direction
To a dusty desert where soon
Wild yellow flowers
Abundantly will bloom
Providing the gift
Of a pre-ordained lover:
A lover for your soul’s Spring


Moss – the Planet on the Tree

You see that tree you drive past every day?

Park on the side of the road. Climb out of your car and your comfort. Walk and use your legs man! Were you given legs to work the gas and clutch? No, you were not.

Fill your lungs with air and walk. Go walk right up to that tree. What do you see?

Plain old bark? Oh wait, there is something more… There is green stuff, oh yes – “dis mos mos.” Moss is hugging the tree. Moss is covering the bark like a lover’s kiss covers your soul with warmth.

I’m glad you opened your eyes. I’m glad you stretched your legs and walked. There is an entire planed on the bark of that one tree! How could you have missed that? Well it’s easy really, to miss the planet on the tree. All you have to do to miss it; is to stay in your car.