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DROP THE MASK. GRIEVE.

Gather all the moments, memories and events of 2019.

Are there heartaches and sighs you are yet to face?
Are there negative emotions you have been suppressing and just braving on?
Drop the mask and grieve.

Grieve away all those overwhelming emotions.
Grieve those devastating loss..
Grieve the missed opportunities..
Grieve the doors that refused to open.
Grieve the unfulfilled dreams..
Grieve that deep loneliness..
Grieve those throbbing pains..
Grieve that rejection, abandonment, disappointment..
Grieve those plans that did not materialize..
Grieve the people that weren’t what you hoped for..
Grieve the words that hurt and actions that offended..
Grieve the misunderstanding..
Grieve the wrong judgement..
Grieve the mistaken identity..
Grieve the unanswered prayers..
Grieve the sleepless nights
Grieve the waves of despair..

Grieve. Grieve hard. Grieve boldly.

Your pain is valid.
Your concern is genuine.

Grief is your first move towards the journey of emotional healing.
Look for safe spaces and safe people to support your grief.

Grieve until you experience healing flowing in..
Grieve until you feel the warmth of God’s reassuring presence..
Grieve until you feel His warm embrace that reminds you that are deeply loved when at your worst and most desperate moment…

Psalms 34:18
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.

#emotionalwellness #grief #innerhealing #reconfidence

December 5, 2019 0 comment

Guest Blogger

Glow Girl

written by Guest Blogger

Glow Girl!

She is fragile yet fragrant
She is fearful yet fierce.
She is a gentle grenade
She is a dynamic dynamite.

The future generations depends on her
courage.
resilience.
determination
and self belief.

When she fails a generation crushes
When we faints the future collapses.
When she is wounded her posterity grieves.
When she is despised, her descendants bear the shame.

She is a woman on the rise.
She is a force to reckon with.
She is a fire with embers that warms the generations to come.
When she is whole, she is unstoppable!

#womanarise
#prettypearls
#glowcamp

November 26, 2019 0 comment

Mother

Raising up a godly offspring

written by Wanjiku Joyce

Has not the one God made you? You belong to him in body and spirit. And what does the one God seek? Godly offspring. So be on your guard, and do not be unfaithful to the wife of your youth.

Malachi 2:15

When a child arrives to a home, be it a father mother home or a single parent home, their very presence and unending demands do tend to overwhelm the adults. Child is 100% dependent for them to live and grow. Child needs to be fed. To be changed. To be bathed. To be clothed. To be put to bed. To be turned while asleep. Then they ‘grow legs’ and parents become literal gate keepers. Putting hurdles, locks and obstacles everywhere to keep the child safe.

While all these physical nurturing is happening it is very easy to get overwhelmed and not nurture their mental, spiritual, emotional and social well being. Because if we are to be honest, taking care of the physical needs of a child is full time job. Sometimes we even hire extra hands to help us do it right. Ensure the child eats and drinks right, is changed at the right time, sleeps at the right time, is clean and safe.

Unfortunately while we as parents are swamped in ensuring the child/ren under our care grow and live, blinded mostly by the screaming physical needs, the spiritual, emotional, mental and social needs of the child/ren can and do fall through the cracks. Sadly, the consequences of this slip is not noticed until it is too late or when we are now correcting unwanted behaviours and tendencies.

November 25, 2019 0 comment

Friend

Tell, do not assume that they know

written by Wanjiku Joyce

Last week I was facilitating our closing retreat for the Integrated Living Stay Home Mum’s Journey Season 4 Nairobi class group. As with most retreats, they is something about being together and relaxed; hearts tend to open up very fast. We had a lovely time.

One of the lessons I left with was: Tell

Yes! Tell

I had shared with the ladies about a woman, whom I do need to Tell, who prayed over me more than 2 decades ago and her prayers have continuously been answered in my life. The lady who encouraged me to go ahead and Tell said:

When people grow old in age and faith, it is easy to begin doubting whether they have had any impact. Whether they have influenced anyone. Whether their life counts for anything.

As I reflected on these words, I began to see truth in them. Especially in dark days, as people go through the valley of the shadow of death, such questions swirl in one’s mind. Have I lived well? Many times, the answers are not forthcoming, especially if you have not had anyone to Tell you so. So I made a commitment to call that particular lady of decades ago and Tell her, how that prayer she made, that Children’s Sunday so many years ago, that day when I had my hair braided falling over my shoulders in my black t-shirt and screaming blue ankle length wrap around skirt; how that prayer has been fulfilled over the years.

In my reflections on Tell, two men in the Bible came to mind: Elijah and John the Baptist. I actually chuckled when I remembered that John the Baptist had the spirit of Elijah. So I could say Elijah 1 and 2 or Old and New Testament Elijah . . .

November 15, 2019 0 comment

Friend Mother

Not Forgotten

written by Wanjiku Joyce

Today is Tuesday, 15th October 2019

To many people it is just a day.

But to me and many other parents around the world, today is not just any other day.

Today is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day.

October 15, 2019 0 comment

Friend

Holy Conversations

written by Wanjiku Joyce

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

(Matthew 11:28-30)

For the last two decades or so, I have felt a drawing into silence, solitude, meditation on Scripture and prayer. Coupled with this has been a desire to walk with others into the same. When I reflect even further back to my mixed high years, by mixed I mean I oscillated between lost and found, between the black book and top 10 in class, between sneaking out of preps to sleep and raising my voice and hands under the Mugumo tree behind the labs in total surrender; I reckon that this desire for silence, solitude, meditation on Scripture goes way way back.

I can see y’all who know my extrovert, yellow dressing, sunshine, energy bursting ways double checking if indeed this is me writing or a guest blogger. It’s me alright.

Welcome to my introvert side!

October 14, 2019 0 comment

I am a

The Prayers of My Grandmother

written by Wanjiku Joyce

Her name is Sarah Wanjiku Kuria aka Wakamanda.

I speak of her in the present tense even though she has been dead for the last couple of years because, though dead her influence in our lives is very much alive and well.

One of the most outstanding values and characters of my Cŭcŭ was PRAYER. In the village, to date, they call her ‘Cŭcŭ wa Mahoya’ (The grandmother who prays). That woman could pray, woiii, jokes aside.

My cousin Esther captured the potency of those prayers well when she said,

“There is nowhere we will ever go that the prayers of our grandmother and our mothers (her daughters) have not arrived before us.”

Such was the foresight of my Cŭcŭ’s prayers. When she prayed, she would first ask all those present to be in the moment and then, most important, to lock the doors. Disturbance and intrusion during the time of prayer was NOT WELCOME, neither tolerated. And she would begin to pray:

September 18, 2019 4 comments

Friend

The week I will never forget

written by Wanjiku Joyce

The week had began on such a high note. All my efforts to learn how to swim were finally paying off. Nilikuwa nimevuka sakafu, kwa mwendo wa aste aste from the team that rolls up their trousers and dangles legs at the edge of the pool to the maestros who dive under the water and float on it at will.

Little did I know my happiness would be short lived.

August 30, 2019 0 comment