Saved from death by Grace

1I have not yet reflected on my miracle that God so graciously has afforded me, so this morning, as we celebrate God sacrificing His son, it is really appropiate to look back on what has happened to my son, Bertie, exactly a month ago today.

Any mother dread that phone call, late at night. That calm voice telling you to stay calm and that your son has been in a head on collision, that 2 people died, and that even though they are waiting for the paramedics and the jaws of life to get him out of the car, that he is talking and that everybody is there with him, praying for him. Thank you Keme for that calm voice.

The strange thing is that I woke up 20 minutes earlier, wide awake, remembering that I did not lock my car, got up, locked my car and got back into bed. That was the exact time of the accident.

My son was on his way back from a cell group meeting and took the tar road home. He stays on the farm out in Tarlton and the road in question has often made me say a quiet prayer for my children travelling on it often. It is narrow, the shoulders are ever eroding and visibility late at night has made it a death trap with many crosses next to the road paying tribute to loved ones lost.

As he was travelling, a car with 2 people pass a lorry and did not see that the widening road shoulder abruptly come to a close (no signage) and hit the gravel which made them swerve right into Bert. Right into him. They hit him full on, right were he was sitting, at speed. And this is where God’s grace kicked in.

He should have been dead. Even the paramedics who attended the scene and reported the accident to the newspapers did not hold up much hope. But God had another plan for his life. He planned a miracle.

The miracle started with a cell group friend driving behind him on that dark night, on that lonely dangerous road, seeing the accident unfold and calling paramedics and everybody else. He was surrounded by a cover of prayer almost from the very first moment.

I phoned and contacted all my prayer warriors and our prayer was this:

That he will live. That not a bone in his body will be broken and that he will heal completely. In the name of Jesus. Who died for us on a cross so that we may live. Amen.

My prayer warrior sister (who spend years praying for 17349871_10155254654919994_6272353677427187451_ome and keeping me in grace, while I was “living it up”)  kept me company on the phone the whole night. I got the same message ( even the same verse) from all my prayer warrior friends. That I must not worry. That God has a great plan for his life.

Everything from the moment of the accident is testimony to God’s grace and mercy in my and my son’s life. Him being surrounded by his family and prayer warriors. Getting to the right surgeon at just the right time.

He spend more than a week in ICU. It was hard to see him there. Everyday a struggle, but everyday a weak smile.  On this day that we celebrate God sacrificing His son for our sins, I really, really understand, maybe for the first time, what that must have meant. And I am so grateful.

It is now exactly a month later and he has been back at work for a few hours everyday. He has no broken bones, he is walking. He has bruises and a long zipper across his tummy to remind him of God’s grace. But he will heal. Completely.

So don’t tell me that I don’t have a powerful God. A merciful God. A God who will even go as far as to sacrifice His own son so that we may live. So today Lord, I am so thankful. I am saved from death by your grace alone.

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Die kat kom weer

Zena the catSo I am at it again. Trying to share my life with a little furry life-force that will bring some purr-power into my paradise home. And the darling Village People are already starting to bet on how I am going to pull this one off. I did not have such a good start. But tomorrow is another day!!!!!

Lyndsay convinced me, against my better judgement, to adopt her son’s cat due to their relocation to faraway shores. As I love my neighbour dearly and as I have been missing some furry company since my last unsuccessful attempt at furring my house, I decided to give it a go again. On condition (I am just putting it here in writing) that she will come and look after her furry grandchild when I go a-travelling.

So yesterday was the big cat fetching day. All good. Cat survived the trip up to Hogsback. Still good. We had a fantastic purry furry evening of bonding and kitty settled in at the bottom of the bed as if she has been living with me all her life. Really good. OKay she did wake me up a few times during the night attempting to go outside to go and do her business only to find that that was a no-go and had to …..eventually….settle for the sand box. All still relatively good.

Today, however,…. was a less good day. The gardener fetched the shed key and left the door open. Kitty jubilantly made a bee-line out the door and disappeared into the bushes with me in my pajamas in panicked pursuit. To no avail. Really bad actually as when I returned to my front door after an unsuccessful search party, I found that it has slammed locked and to top it all, the jail lock was on. This meant that not even getting the spare key could get me back into my house and the back door had a key in which meant that I could really not get into my house. Really really bad. Breaking into my house involved some heavy machinery and even more spectacular gymnastics, but I am glad to report that I managed to get back in before my paying guests could see me in my pajamas. I can just imagine the review on Airbnb.Zena

In the interest of ending this story on a good note, I am glad to report that as I sat in the lounge crying and praying, I looked up, and there she was, strolling in as if she just went for a gentle little forest stroll. So as the saying goes, die kat kom weer. And let’s hope that she will be staying as I am nogal looking forward to us getting old together.

I said last week that I want to start recording all the wonderful everyday miracles that God entertain me with. So, thank you Lord for my cat miracle. As I sit here writing this, Zena is editing my typing and agreeing purrily……it was a good day after all!

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Hope

heb11-1It seems like God is currently taking me on a theme of HOPE . It is kind of weird as I look around me and and can actually see a sense of hopelessness. All the #mustfall uprisings is slowly robbing us of our peace and joy and #hopemustfall seems to be the quite acceptable. Then problem is, fear follows closely behind where there is no hope. And questions. Where is God? Why is He allowing all this to happen?

So this morning God reminded me of why I have hope.

But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts, and always be ready to give a defense to everyone who asks you a reason for the hope that is in you, with meekness and fear;
1 Pe 3:15 NKJV http://bible.com/114/1pe.3.15.NKJV

So to quote Job, who in the midst of all his misery and problems , still had hope:

For I know that my Redeemer lives, And He shall stand at last on the earth;
Job 19:25 NKJV http://bible.com/114/job.19.25.NKJV

So how do I know?

I know. I know God’s grace has gifted me with indisputable evidence that surpasses my cynicism, my conventional wisdom and my questioning mind. I found that #knowing in a personal miracle. I found that #knowing in quiet time with God. I found it in the midst of my problems and fears. Especially there! .

To have faith is to be sure of the things we hope for, to be certain of the things we cannot see.
Heb 11:1 GNB http://bible.com/296/heb.11.1.GNB

So today I live in hope. I banish #hopemustfall in the name of my Saviour, Jesus. I know that #christhasrisen and that #fearmustfall.

Now, in all these things we have complete victory through him who loved us! For I am certain that nothing can separate us from his love: neither death nor life, neither angels nor other heavenly rulers or powers, neither the present nor the future, neither the world above nor the world below — there is nothing in all creation that will ever be able to separate us from the love of God which is ours through Christ Jesus our Lord.
Rom 8:37?-?39 GNB

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Reviving my personal blog

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ATHEIST IN THE WOODS

An atheist was  walking through the woods.

‘What majestic trees!’
‘What powerful  rivers!’
‘What beautiful animals!’

He said to himself.

As  he was walking alongside the river, he heard a rustling  in the bushes behind him. He turned to look. He saw a 7-foot  grizzly bear charge towards  him. He ran as fast as  he could up the path. He looked over his shoulder and saw that the bear was closing in on him. He looked over his shoulder again  and the bear was even  closer.

He tripped and fell on the ground.

He rolled  over to pick himself up but saw that the bear was right on top of him, reaching for him with his left paw and raising his right paw to strike him…

At that  instant the Atheist cried out,

‘Oh my God!’

Time  Stopped.
The bear froze.
The forest was silent.

As a  bright light shone upon the man, a voice came out of the sky.

‘You  deny my existence for all these years, teach others I don’t exist and even credit creation to cosmic accident. Do you expect me to help  you out of this predicament? Am I to count you as a  believer?’

The atheist looked directly into the light.

‘It would be hypocritical of me to suddenly ask you to treat me as a Christian now, but  perhaps you could make the BEAR a Christian?’

‘Very well’, said  the voice.

The light went out. The sounds of the forest  resumed. And the bear dropped his right paw, brought both paws together, bowed his head and spoke:

‘For what I am about to receive, may the Lord  make me truly thankful,  Amen.’

[Thank you Monica for this one]

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The MTN grinch who stole Christmas and New year :-(

mtngrinchChristmas is a time when we all remember each other, send messages of hope, love and comedic moments as well as talk to those who we never talk to at any other time of the year, if ever. We start getting our Christmas and new year messages ready and texted-up from early on in December and failing to do that, we hook on and save the first cute text message that get send our way to send along again to everybody we know and love and hopefully remember to remove the one who send it to us and add our name to the message and so the Christmas spirit get send on and on…

With the “advent” of social media, facebook, twitter, pinterest, whatsapp, mixit etc, we are now in a position to not only share tried and trusted text messages but also colour in our messages with….where I had a silly moment….or….look at me hanging from the top of the tree….or… look at all the places I am visiting….or…..look we are sleeping…..(you know the usual exciting holiday fare).

But this year (maybe you have not even noticed which would really be tragic) the MTN Grinch stole my Christmas and New year and all the in-between happy moments that I could have happily shared with you. Not that it is the first time that this particular Grinch has tried to steal my happiness. It has happened quite a few times in the past as well. Normally when I am not at home near my landline and on the road when I really need to be mobily connected. MTN, as my service provider, has provided excellent service when I do not need it, and have efficiently managed my debit order, but the moment I need to have mobile access they make sure that they suspend it. I misguidedly thought that we use debit orders in order NOT to get suspended for non payment. Surely they manage their side of things and dip their greedy little paws into my account whenever one of their executives need to send their wife to a spa. But noooo, they like to show me who is boss by suspending me for…..I really don’t know.

This all really does not make any sense to me as they stand to make a LOT of money out of me at moments like this as I am far more likely to want to talk to everybody and their aunties when I am on holiday and far away from home. Now you may snigger and rightfully wonder why I blame the MTN Grinch for suspending me in mid-data if possibly it could propably be a case of lack of end of year after-present- buying and holiday petrol buying and over indulgence-spending-fund-up-drying. But as lack would have it, I have managed to hook my MTN account into one of my hubbies accounts (don’t tell him) that seems to have money in at all the times (and yes there have been previous occasions of Grinch like behaviour) that they have suspended my data life stream.

And yes, I have on previous occasions tried to phone their helpline and pushed their various numbers without being lucky enough to connect to human beings. If anybody can enlighten me on how to actually talk to a non machine I would be most grateful, but numbers 1 through to 4 do not seem take any non push/voice input.  And yes, I have on these previous occasions got into my car and actually driven to my esteemed service providers’ centres, I have received my number and I have sat in a random queue for an extended period of time after which I have ranted and raved and kicked my feet in the air as well as tear my hair out at petrified Grinch agents that then tried to desperately pacify my with very rational explanations……..

It is The System. The System apparently randomly decide on occasions that they need to impose a credit limit on debit order accounts instead of just sticking to debit order logic- I talk/tweet–> you debit- all very orderly. Naaaah this System is the Grinch. No talking for you, especially when you are away from home, on holiday, out in the gramadoelas sticks doing training and especially not over Christmas and New year. So what if your loved ones, 4000 friends, circles, fellow twits and pins are dying to get your inspired Christmas and new years message of hope. The Grinch will show you. Christmas and new year suspended.

Then miraculously on the 2nd it came back on. Out of the blue. Or is a case that the whole of MTN also went on a festive season break? I really don’t know and as MTN (Maggie Talk Not) can’t be reached coherantly on numbers 1, 2, 3 or 4. After pressing 1 numerous times tin Grinch voice assured me in a staccato voice that I have Zerooo data bundes left and Zerooo sms’s and  Zerooo love and peace for 2013 left, but have for the hell of it connected me again. Go figure.

So as the MTN Grinch stole Christmas and new year from me, it does not “mean” that I do not love you all dearly and would have loved to have talked and tweeted and facebook you with wonderful wishes for this wonderful year. So I will try my best to catch up with good wishes as I go along this new year and wish you ALL a happy and prosperous and blessed year. If you do not hear from me again, it might be the Grinch being slightly irritated with me again which have resulted in me being suspended yet again.

 

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CHRISTMAS CAKE RECIPE

Ingredients:

* 2 cups flour
* 1 stick butter
* 1 cup of water
* 1 tsp baking  soda
* 1 cup of  sugar
* 1 tsp  salt
* 1 cup of  brown sugar
*  Lemon juice
* 4  large eggs
*  Nuts
* 2  bottles wine
* 2  cups of dried fruit

Sample the wine to  check quality. Take a large bowl, check the wine again. To be sure  it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and
drink. Repeat.  Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy  bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar. Beat again. At this
point it’s best  to make sure the wine is still OK. Try another cup… Just in case.  Turn off the mixerer thingy. Break 2 eggs and add to the
bowl and  chuck in the cup of dried fruit.

Pick the frigging  fruit up off floor. Mix on the turner.. If the fried druit gets  stuck in the beaterers just pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample  the wine to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift two cups of salt. Or  something. Check the wine. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your  nuts. Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or some fink. Whatever  you can find. Greash the oven. Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try  not to fall over. Don’t forget to beat off the turner.

Finally,  throw the bowl through the window. Finish the wine and wipe counter  with the cat. Go to  Woollies and buy cake.

Bingle  Jells!

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A few random thoughts

I was send this by my colleague, Mercy,  from Nigeria and want to keep it so I am posting it here to refer to.  Some wise thoughts…. 

  • Prayer is not a “spare wheel” that you pull out when in trouble, but it is a “steering wheel” that directs the right path throughout the journey.
  • So why is a Car’s WINDSHIELD so large & the Rear View Mirror so small? Because our PAST is not as important as our FUTURE. So, Look Ahead and Move on.
  • Friendship is like a BOOK. It takes a few minutes to burn, but it takes years to write.
  •  All things in life are temporary. If going well, enjoy it, they will not last forever. If going wrong, don’t worry, they can’t last long either.
  • Old Friends are Gold! New Friends are Diamond! If you get a Diamond, don’t forget the Gold! Because to hold a Diamond, you always need a Base of Gold!
  • Often when we lose hope and think this is the end, GOD smiles from above and says, “Relax, sweetheart, it’s just a bend, not the end!
  • When GOD solves your problems, you have faith in HIS abilities; when GOD doesn’t solve your problems HE has faith in your abilities.
  • A blind person asked Saint Anthony: “Can there be anything worse than losing eye sight?” He replied: “Yes, losing your vision!”
  • When you pray for others, God listens to you and blesses them, and sometimes, when you are safe and happy, remember that someone has prayed for you.
  • WORRYING does not take away tomorrow’s TROUBLES, it takes away today’s PEACE.
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Strategic incompetance

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Anaconda

*(Skrywer: Naam weerhou om “veiligheids”redes)*

Ek is ? pa. Soms moet ek my soos ? pa gedra. In die ou dae was dit albasters, tolle en ketties. Dinge het verander. So twee weke gelede fluister die twee stoutgat buurkinders oorkant die straat mos die woorde ” GOLD REEF CITY ” vir my laaitie. Nou wat kan ? man nou doen? Jy gaan maar GRC toe.

Oukei, so beloer ek mos hulle webwerf. Nananana, lyk heel mak, hier en daar ? ry en ? rol of twee. Ek wil in elk geval ook in die myn afgaan. So trek ek my plakkies aan, kam my hare en daar gaan ons, die hele fendêmillie. Ons kom nogal vroeg daar aan. Ek kap manhaftig twee worsbroodjies weg, en ? halfliter melk, en besluit om maar die pa-seun voetjies-vleg ding te doen en ry saam met sy eerste rit genaamd die Wegholtrein. Eers gedink die ding is vir kleuters, tot hy sywaarts ook begin beweeg. Effe ongemaklik gevoel toe ons afklim. Waggel toe maar agter die mannetjie aan na die volgende een.

Hoor hom voor ek hom sien. Klink soos ? Boeing wat land. Toe gewaar ek die groot naambord: Anakonda! Ek het al gehoor van die goed. Nog net ? tuinslang van naby gesien. Maar nou ja, ek’s mos die PA van die huis, dra die broek, issie ? sissie nie. Ek maak my arms bak, en ek loop fier en regop teen die dekplank op. Ek gaan die donner ry. Wat kan nou eintlik verkeerd gaan? Eerste fout is die lang tou waarin jy moet wag. Gee jou kans om te sien wat doen die ding aan mense. Toe hy die tweede keer kom stop, klim daar so ? jong student af met spiere waar ek voue het. Hy skiet ? kat net daar oor die reling. Sy tjerie se denim is nat en ek kan sien sy het reeds ‘n kat geskiet! Nou weet ek, my twak is uitgeknip en afgerol vir my.

Ons beurt. My klein snotneus trek kleinkoppie, maar ma kyk my uit. Dis hier waar ‘n mens maar maak of jy windgat en manlik is. Hou my ken hoog en knyp die boude styf. ‘n Mens klim in die ding en maak soos ? vlermuis, jy hang half onderstebo. Die veiligheidstaaf wil nie oor my hoenderborsie nie, so toe hou ek maar my lyf Ville Valo, en maak myself dun. Haak die belt een gaatjie te styf . . . dink ek. KLANG KLANG KLANG KLANG . . . en kom ons neuk nie rond nie . . . skielik is ek so bang dat ek ? nieraanval kry . . . Dan draai die ding en dan HEL HY NA BENEDE MET DIE SPOED VAN WEERLIG.

Glo my maar, vergeet van enige kar, bike, vliegtuig of wat ookal jou maatstaf is waarmee jy manlikheid meet, die ding gee gas soos niks wat ek al ooit gevoel het nie. Maar of dit nou nie genoeg is nie, gaan voeter die ding onderstebo met jou. Ek voel daai worsbroodtjies en melk hier teen my ribbes. Nee wag, ek voel hulle tekstuur, elke enkele veseltjie en grein van hulle. Kêrels, ons kom uit daai eerste draai met die spoed van flippen wit lig. Ek wil hê hy moet stop. Ek bid vir die eerste keer in 22 jaar Ons maak weer gelyk.

Toe slaan ons daai tweede kurwe. Korter radius as die eerste. Ons move so vinnig daar deur dat ek een van my plakkies verloor. Eers onderstebo, dan deur twee reghoekige draaie waartydens ek tien jaar ouer word. En toe kurk-flippen-trekker hy met ons. Klits daai worsbroodjie en die melk laat dit lyk soos daai gemors wat jy oor bobotie gooi. Nog ? draai en, ag te hel daarmee, traak nie wat vroutjie of die wêreld van my dink nie, toe skree ek soos ? Namibiese vlaktevlermuis wat se sonar gekalf het.

Ons kom daai stasie binne met skyt teen my bene en bobotie gemors in my hare teen 200 km/h en net vir die grap en net vir die pret, briek hy doodstil binne 10 tree. Ek sit net daar, versteend, te bang om te roer. Alles in een slag verloor. My trots, my valstande en my worsbroodjie. Vroutjie wil nog soos ? wafferse Eva, ooo! en aaa! en kom ons ry weer die slang, maar ek bly dikbek en naar en hou voet by stuk ek wil huis toe gaan.

Die slang in die paradys was sekerlik ook ? Anakonda…..

[Dankie Selma vir ierdie ene- lekker gelag] Hier is sommer ‘n video van die slang…

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