It’s déjà vu here at Number 23. Rich is in the pool washing off the sweat and brick dust after a couple of hours of perfecting the house...

I’m typing super-loudly today, hoping you can hear me over the bang, bang, bang of builders undoing work they just did yesterday. We are...

Are you weary and weighed down with more than you can handle? “Come to me,” Jesus says. “I will refresh your life, for I am your oasis....

How do you dry your hair after you’ve washed it? I’m one of those who throws my hair forward over my head and hangs upside down, blowing...

We finally did a long-awaited alteration at home - knocking down a braai area and rebuilding the garden wall closer to our driveway to...

How do we Stay Alive and Fresh in a Dead and Dying World? How do we stay alive and fresh in a dead and dying world? I don’t know if it’s...

Have you ever raced against your own “personal best”? “PB” they call it, and it frees one runner to clap for another, each running an...

Hope is the highway to our desired future. When we keep hoping, we keep pushing, we keep running, we keep watering, we keep praying...

Twenty-nineteen, the year that started with a stroke of the cheek from a waking miracle, has accelerated as fast as the miraculous...

I sit in front of my keyboard and find myself unable to write more than a sentence on any given subject. As I look to express the various...

“Kiara, I’m running out of questions to ask you,” the neurosurgeon joked. "You really don't need any further medical treatment..."

Oh, how I love the attention God pays to the detail. And why should we be surprised? The God who delighted in defining the atom, in...

And why should we expose the weaknesses and faults, the sins and shortcomings in our lives? There is a danger to “hanging it all out there”.

The morning after Kiara’s first shower, I am surprised to see her come through to the lounge for school with her head uncovered. Our...

I’m nearly swallowed whole as we start 2019 two weeks ago. (Two weeks?! Feels like a whole term!) Kiara is back in the mix with her...

Words are flying in the morning as the children come rushing into our bedroom demanding justice. This one said that and that one...

My heart can’t lay down the bereaved parents who have followed our journey with passionate prayers and broken dreams. I write a post and...

Kiara has recently noticed that she is unable to raise her left eyebrow. She tries to look surprised, but looks skeptical instead, and we...

I’m peering into the bathroom mirror, watching the reflection of Kiara nimbly plaiting my hair in her special fancy way, and remembering...

I’m living normal, going to gym, doing my own shopping in my sweaty running kit and bright pink takkies. I’m reading the specials and...