Cancer U-turn

2017-02-16T00:44:17+00:00 October 21st, 2016|Categories: Cancer, Testimony|Tags: , , |

One beautiful, sunny African afternoon, my life changed forever. For two years, I had asked my gynaecologist for a mammogram. For two years, he had told me it wasn't necessary. Finally another specialist sent me for a "routine mammogram and ultrasound" which turned out to not be as routine as I'd hoped. I had breast [...]

Candles in the dark

2017-09-22T00:58:50+00:00 March 31st, 2016|Categories: Cancer, Testimony|Tags: , , |

Many years ago, we took our three young children to see the famous Cango Caves in Oudtshoorn, South Africa. To show us what the cave must have looked like to the farmer who discovered them, the guide put out all the lights. That darkness was so thick I couldn’t see my hand in front of [...]

Squiffles, the cross-eyed lion

2016-10-16T21:09:23+00:00 November 10th, 2014|Categories: Cancer|Tags: , |

It was a small, bean-bag lion. Through a haze of anaesthetic, I stared at its notable squint and crooked nose. What was I meant to do with this? “Fank you,” I muttered drunkenly. “Put it on my locker.” The night after surgery for cancer, I lay awake, trying to pray. It hurt too much to [...]

The story of two wolves

2016-07-23T00:44:57+00:00 July 13th, 2014|Categories: Overcoming Anger, Spiritual Growth, The Sinful Nature|Tags: , , , |

One morning, I read a story on Facebook. It told of an old Cherokee who told his grandson: "My son, there is a battle between two wolves inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies, & ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy, [...]

I’m still me!

2016-10-16T21:04:01+00:00 June 8th, 2014|Categories: Cancer, God's Love, God's Plans for us, Suffering, Testimony|Tags: , , |

I'm me. I once read of a little girl who, when she was asked how old she was, replied, "I'm me." "Yes, but how old are you?" "I'm me." When you think about it, the words of that little girl are actually quite profound. It didn't matter how many years she lived—she was still "Me". [...]


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