SONDAG-INSPIRASIE

GASSKRYWER

‘n Vrou se handsak
Deur Magda Burger

Iets waaroor haar man definitief nie praat nie. En in ons huis lyk my man of die donderweer hom gaan tref as hy iets in myne moet soek.
So elke kort-kort moet ek maar inklim en regpak. My Pandora’s box hou nogal interessante dinge in, veral as die seuns dit ook gebruik.

Ek kry nou die dag ‘n klip in my handsak. Net ‘n gewone klip. Niks spesiaals nie. Inteendeel ek het deksels swaar aan die ding gedra! Vies haal ek dit uit.

Toe besef ek hoe baie klippe dra ons in ons harte:
Al die onnodige gemors. Is nie lus om daai ou te vergewe nie, en dan bly ek maar vies elke keer wanneer ek aan daai een dink. Die gekrap as iemand die hele tyd vir my vra om iets te doen. Vriendelik te wees en ‘n nors antwoord terug te kry, en dan maar dae lank daaroor ontsteld te wees. Soveel irritasies wat elke dag se mooi uitsuig.

Haal die klippe uit. Maak jou hart ligter. Dan kan jy in elk geval meer liefde inpak wat jy weer in oorvloed kan uitdeel.

GASSKRYWER

BESOEDELING
Deur Magda Burger

Ons hoes en proes wanneer ons ongewensde gasse inasem. My bors kriewel sommer wanneer ek die bruin wolk in die lug sien en net dink hoe sleg dit vir mens is…

Maar hoe mis het ek nie die bruin wolk wat meer as net af en toe om mý hang, gekyk nie. Wanneer ek lelike opmerkings maak, my man afjak of my beeld net bietjie blinker wil laat klink as ander, bou hierdie aaklige gasse om my op – wat my én ander vergiftig.

God het Sy eie asem in Adam ingeblaas. Wat ‘n goeie aanduiding is dat God se asem ook in mý longe is.
So, met die “asem” waarmee ek praat, kan ek aaklige besoedeling aanrig. Hoeveel keer het die Bybel-manne nie geskryf oor watter gemors jou tong kan aanvang nie.

“It’s Your breath in our lungs…”
Blaas ons ook God se asem uit?



》》 Mammas, kom ons KIES vandag woorde wat opbou, inspireer, bemoedig & LEWE bring. 《《

Die tong het mag oor dood en oor lewe. Hulle wat lief is om te praat, moet saamleef met die gevolge van hulle woorde.

SPREUKE 18:21 NLV

GASSKRYWER

AANNEMING // ADOPTION

Deur dr. Lindé Marais

Ek het reeds op skool ervaar dat aanneming deel van my toekoms sou wees. Voor ek en Francois getroud is, het ons ‘n belangrike gesprek oor aanneming gehad, minwetend dat ek jare later só PASSIEVOL daaroor sou voel…
Ek kan nog presies onthou waar ons was toe ek hom vra hoe hy oor aanneming voel…en wonderbaarlik was hy oop vir die idee.

Hierdie DROOM (en passie) het vir ‘n hele aantal jare dormant bly lê…
Aan die begin van 2018, het ek gevoel God is besig om die droom binne my wakker te maak (daar was n soort ‘stirring’ in my gees) en ek het ervaar ek moet begin navorsing oor aanneming doen: die proses, hoe en waar mens dit doen, en natuurlik, wat sê die Woord.

Hoe meer ek opgelees het, hoe meer het ek begin besef dat dit nog altyd deel van God se plan was. Sy groter plan. Met almal van ons.
Daar is 3 goeie preke oor aanneming wat hierdie baie goed verduidelik. (Sien 👉skakel hieronder) Nadat ek daarna geluister het, kan ek nie glo hoe BLIND die vyand ons gemaak het nie…

God het ONS as sy kinders aangeneem! Hy het nie gevra waar ons vandaan kom en wat ons gedoen het om sy liefde te verdien nie. Hy het ons bloot net Sy kinders gemaak. Dáárom is waar ons vandaan kom of wat ons in ons verlede gedoen het, nou irrelevant. WANT Hy is ons Pa en ons is Sy kinders! Ons is nou in ‘n nuwe bloedlyn, die verlede word as’t ware uitgevee, en ons word NUUTSKEPPINGS in Hom en deur Hom.

Jesus het ons gered! (Dit is bo-my-verstand wonderbaarlik.) Maar dit eindig nie daar nie. Nadat ons deur Jesus gered is, word ons deel van God se FAMILIE. Ons word ERFGENAME. Dit is juis in híérdie familie wat ons lewe in OORVLOED kan ervaar.

So, vir my beteken aanneming: LEWE IN OORVLOED. Deur die voorbeeld van my Vader te volg, ontvang ek en my gesin dus lewe in oorvloed. Ons red niemand nie – dít is Jesus se werk. Deur aanneming, tree ons net in ‘n lewe van oorvoed in.

NS. Onthou om die skakel te volg as jy meer wil lees en luister:
👇
https://austinstone.org/resources/sermons/series/49–adopted

GASSKRYWER

Ek het op hierdie stukkie afgekom en dit is baie gepas vir vandag se koue, triestige weer in George.

Hierdie wêreld is dikwels koud, donker, of sommer net boos. Die lewe is nie altyd nét maanskyn en rose nie…en vandag skets ons die donkerte en seerkry met woorde…

Maar voor ons té diep in die spelonk van negatiwiteit verdwaal 😊, word ons herinner dat daar altyd êrens HOOP is.

Onthou, daar is met elke nuwe dag ‘n sonsopkoms. En elke donker wolk het ‘n silwer randjie… Soms is ons visie net ‘n bietjie te  ‘clouded’ om dit raak te sien.

|| J A M M E R ||
Deur Magda Burger

Du Toit se oordrom het gebars.
My hart wens om die pyn weg te neem.
“Mamma is jammer,” probeer ek troos.
“Hoekom is Mamma jammer?” vra hy.
“Ek is jammer dat jy so seer het,” huil ek saam.

Die hartseer knaag die maand aan my hart. Sommer net pure seer. Want die wêreld is ‘n seerplek. Sonder genade. Sonder pleisters.

Ek besef daar is mooi in die lewe, maar vir ‘n rukkie wil ek net ruk van snikke en my neus behoorlik uitblaas en nie na die misvormde prentjies van mooigoed tussen trane deur kyk nie.
Want partykeer bring die mooigoed die trane. Die liefdespand wat jy met trots gedra het. Die eens agtermekaar-mens wat alles kon doen. Die drome wat lugkastele gebly het. Die paradys waar daar nou net donker storms heers. Die oogwinke – wat dalk al jare kom – waarin alles verander.

Ek is jammer.

Miskien sal jy toelaat dat ek saam met jou in die reën sit.
Langs jou.
Ek kan nie die reën laat ophou nie… maar ek het dalk ‘n sambreel.

GASSKRYWER

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Sy is ook een van ons eie mammas!
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//  I  S U R R E N D E R  //
Deur Maryke van Wyk

Having a baby has probably been the biggest life challenge I’ve had to face (and I’m only 4 months in). It has been a constant struggle between self and self-sacrifice. I am used to my to-do lists, coffee, goals, time-blocking and running around until everything is done. Social media often suggests that we can “do it all” and “have it all”, the only thing standing in your way is yourself and that “hard work” and being “goal driven” will get you everywhere. This sets us on a path of always chasing the ultimate “Instagram” lifestyle and makes it extremely difficult to find joy in exactly where you are.

This has been my struggle. I had the picture of having my beautiful baby whilst working my badass mom butt off while she sleeps. Once she wakes up I’d sweep her up and play all kinds of stimulating games until she gently falls back to sleep so that mamma can put in the hours to make some money.

Only, that’s not how most babies work. When baby sleeps, I try to catch up with washing, eat something and the moment I sit down to work – she wakes up. It has been a constant challenge to get work done which has created immense stress every day. I’m tired, not so much because of a lack of sleep, but because I’m constantly behind in pretty much everything. I’m running, trying to catch up on a lifestyle that I had before that I just find impossible to maintain. I’m angry and frustrated because my baby doesn’t want to fit into my routine. I panic and find myself spiralling into a dark hole because how will I ever catch up? How will I ever maintain my “have it all” lifestyle?

And so one-day last week everything just went up in flames. Baby was crying. I was crying. I was stuck. I was being a terrible mom, waiting every moment for baby to sleep and at the same time, I was not getting any work done. I was failing at everything. And in that painful moment, I decided to give up. I decided to drop all the balls. I picked up my baby, I held her close and comforted her until whatever was wrong was better. I let her fall asleep on my chest and enjoyed her closeness while she slept. She woke up and I put her down in the sun, talking to her and playing her games and once she was tired I picked her up and helped her to gently fall asleep. We had the best afternoon in a long time.

I suddenly realised that I no longer was the person I was before, it was no longer just me. I have lost a part of me, but I have gained another and I needed to embrace the new part of me. I was now a mom.

There will come a time when the individual me will become more prominent again – maybe when she is 2 and going to a playgroup, maybe when she is 6 and going to primary school or maybe at 18 when she spreads her wings. But that time is not now. It is time now for sacrifice and for surrender – to enjoy baby legs kicking, spit on all my clothes, one-sided conversations and baby milestones. And I have found the biggest JOY in total surrender to love.

Only now can I look back and see how focused on the “self” my thoughts were. We are bombarded with the idea that you shouldn’t lose your identity in your baby. I know that was definitely one of my biggest fears – losing my time because someone else is dependant on me. But my identity right now is all about my baby and I’m tired of having to apologise for that. I am the best me for my family when I can whole-heartedly surrender to being a mom.

Yes, there are challenges that I need to find solutions for – I will need to find a better way of working and I will need to find new ways of looking after myself, but I’m not saying sorry for being a mom. I find so much joy in following my baby’s cues which means I don’t have to stress about sleep training, spoiling baby or right/wrong. I can focus on prioritising what she needs to flourish into a confident and one day, an independent young woman.

I was questioning myself on whether being a mom and sacrificing my independence is wrong and suddenly realised that the epitome of love, Jesus Christ, sacrificed himself so that we can be confident children of God, never doubting in His love. So that answers my question way better than any Facebook group or Google search could ever do. I am surrendering to motherhood and have found so much joy in doing so.

Are all my problems solved? No. Can I stop working and just bask in baby every moment of the day? No. But when everything becomes too much and the balls are starting to drop, I know which balls to drop. My biggest priority will not become my biggest burden. I will gladly face people’s persecution saying that I am doing things wrong for the joy of being a present mother. I can suddenly breathe again, deep breaths in the sweet joy of surrender, of not “doing it all” and “having it all”. I am failing spectacularly at a few things but goodness, I am achieving new heights in others. I would rather succeed in a few things than being average in many things.

This is not a struggle, it’s a victory. This is the best and hardest thing to happen to me and I would choose it over and over again. Because we can never really grow if we are not challenged and this challenge is bringing to light new parts of my identity that I never could have imagined. I am definitely still a work in progress and some days are hard – so hard. But when the storm passes and I look back I see the GRACE that carries me and I think of Paul who wrote to the Philippians saying, “And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.”

Every mom’s surrender looks different, so never compare where you are to someone else, but I hope and pray that I can remind someone to find joy in where they are right now. It does require sacrifice and sacrifice is painful, but it creates the space for new joy to flourish.

– Someone’s SuperWoman –
‘because there is always someone looking up to you’

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