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MY BUNDLES OF JOY (PART 1)When a woman gives birth to a child, there is a popular phrase we often hear:"Our bundle of jo...
28/06/2026

MY BUNDLES OF JOY (PART 1)

When a woman gives birth to a child, there is a popular phrase we often hear:

"Our bundle of joy has arrived."

And truly, there is nothing quite like the joy that fills a mother's heart when she holds her baby for the first time.

Those tiny fingers.
That innocent face.
That sweet cry that announces, "I am here."

You look at that little child and your heart is filled with dreams.

You imagine the future.
You imagine the laughter.
You imagine the beautiful moments you will share together.

But as I looked at my own children, I began to ask myself a deeper question:

"Will they only be my bundles of joy while they are babies? Or will they still be my bundles of joy when they are grown?"

Because babies grow.

The tiny hands you hold today will one day become the hands of adults making their own decisions.

The little feet running around your house today will one day walk roads you cannot follow.

The voice that calls you "Mummy" today will one day belong to a man with his own home, his own responsibilities, and his own family.

And that thought makes me pause.

I am a mother of three amazing boys.

My first son is eight years old.
My second is three years old.
And my youngest is one year old.

Three precious gifts.
Three little lives entrusted into my care.

They are my bundles of joy.

But my prayer is bigger than just seeing them grow.

I don't only want to rejoice because they entered this world.

I want to rejoice because of the men they become.

I want them to bring me joy when they are married, when they have their own children, when they are building their careers, when they are living far away from me.

When my eyes can no longer see where they are...

When my hands can no longer reach out to help them...

When I can only hear their voices from a distance...

I want those voices to bring peace and joy to my heart.

I want to hear from them and smile.

I want to look at their lives and say, "Thank You, Lord."

But then I realized something...

Raising children who will remain a source of joy is not just about providing food, clothes, education, or comfort.

There is something far more important.

Something that determines the kind of foundation their lives will stand on.

And that is where my greatest responsibility as a mother begins...

TO BE CONTINUED...

24/04/2026

I just read Numbers 13, and honestly, it made me pause and reflect deeply.

God was the one who told Moses to send leaders from each tribe to go and spy the land of Canaan. These were not just random men. They were leaders. People who were expected to be strong in faith and grounded in God.

They all went to the same place.
They all saw the same things.
They all experienced the same promise from God.

And when they returned, they even started with good news.
Yes, the land is truly beautiful and fruitful.

But then everything changed.

They said, “Nevertheless…”

And in that moment, their focus shifted from God to the problem in front of them. They began to talk about giants. They began to talk about how strong the people in the land were.

Somehow, they forgot everything God had already done for them.

They forgot how He brought them out of Egypt.
They forgot how He parted the Red Sea.
They forgot how He had been guiding them all along.

Then they said something that really struck me.
“We were like grasshoppers in our own sight.”

Before anyone else saw them as small, they had already seen themselves that way.

And that is what fear does. It changes how you see yourself. It makes you forget who is with you.

But I am so grateful for Caleb and Joshua.

While others were spreading fear, they stood their ground. They believed God. They spoke with confidence and said, “We are well able to overcome it.”

They saw the same giants, but they also remembered their God.

This chapter reminded me of a few things.

Not everyone in a position of leadership will speak faith.
What you choose to focus on really matters.
Fear can spread quickly, but so can faith.
And sometimes, standing with God means standing almost alone.

Above all, I am reminded not to let what I see make me forget what God has already said.

13/04/2026

There is something deeply powerful in Numbers chapter 2 that we often overlook.

It wasn’t just about counting people…
It was about order, identity, and a life centered on God.

The entire camp of Israel was arranged with the Tabernacle at the center.
God was not on the side. He was not an afterthought.
He was the very center of their existence.

And everything else—families, tribes, movement, direction—was built around Him.

💭 Let me ask you, sis:
Is God truly at the center of your life… or just part of it?

Each tribe had its place.
Each had its identity.
Each had its assignment.

No competition. No confusion. No comparison.

Just obedience.

Some of us are stressed not because God is silent…
…but because we are trying to stand in a place He never assigned to us.

Then we see Judah…

Judah was the largest tribe.
And Judah went FIRST.

Judah means praise.

Before any movement… before any progress… before any breakthrough…
Praise went first.

🔥 This is your reminder:
Stop letting fear go first.
Stop letting anxiety go first.
Stop letting pressure go first.

Let praise lead your life.

The Levites were not counted among the army.

Not because they were useless…
But because they had a different calling.

They were assigned to stay close to God’s presence.

And this is where many of us struggle…

We think if we are not seen, we are not significant.

But hear this clearly:
Proximity to God is greater than visibility before men.

Some callings are loud.
Some are quiet.
But ALL are important.

And then there were those who were not counted for war…

Too young.
Not able.
Not in that season.

Yet they were still part of Israel.

💔 This is for someone:

Your worth is not in how much you can do.
Your value is not in how strong you appear.

Some seasons are not for fighting…
Some seasons are for growing, healing, and becoming.

And God honors those seasons too.

Nothing in Numbers 2 was random.

Everything was ordered.
Everything was intentional.
Everything was centered around God.

And that is still the secret today.

✨ When God is at the center:
– Your life finds order
– Your identity becomes clear
– Your steps become aligned

So today, pause and realign.

Put God back where He belongs…
At the center of everything.

12/04/2026

She wasn’t loud. She wasn’t famous for many words.
But chose what mattered most—sitting at the feet of Jesus when the world was busy with everything else.

In a generation driven by noise and pressure, her story reminds us: intimacy with God is never a waste of time.

Watch this and rediscover the power of quiet devotion.

12/04/2026

I just spent time in Numbers chapter 1, and what I thought was just a “census chapter” opened up into something deeply spiritual and personal—especially for us as Christian women.

At first glance, it’s simple: God tells Moses to number the children of Israel. But look closer, and you’ll see that God wasn’t just counting people… He was defining who was ready, who was responsible, and who could be relied on.

And it made me pause and ask myself:

👉 Am I just present… or am I counted?

Because not everyone was counted.

The Bible says those who were numbered had to meet certain criteria:
They had to be 20 years and above and able to go to war.

That is powerful.

This wasn’t about age—it was about maturity.
This wasn’t about physical war, it was about capacity.

As Christian women today, this speaks directly to us.

To be “in the number” spiritually means:

You are no longer a baby in the faith.
You are not easily shaken, easily offended, or easily distracted.
You are grounded.
You are growing.
You are stable.

And more than that—you are able to fight.

Because whether we realize it or not, we are in a battle.

Not a physical one…
But a spiritual one.

A battle for your peace.
A battle for your mind.
A battle for your home.
A battle for your purpose.
A battle for your faith.

So the question is not:
“Are you a Christian?”

The real question is:
👉 Can you stand in the day of battle?

Can you pray when things are hard?
Can you hold on when nothing makes sense?
Can you discern what is right when everything around you feels confusing?

God is still looking for women who are not just present but prepared.

Then there was something else that struck me deeply:

The Levites.

They were not counted among the warriors.

Instead, they were given a different responsibility:
They were in charge of the tabernacle.

They carried it.
They set it up.
They took it down.
They protected it.

And the instruction was clear:
If any stranger comes near it, there would be consequences.

This is deep.

Because it tells us that not every assignment looks like “battle”…
Some assignments look like stewardship.

Some women are not called to fight outwardly, they are called to guard inwardly.

To guard:
Your home.
Your heart.
Your purity.
Your calling.
Your spiritual atmosphere.

Your life is a tabernacle.

What God has placed in your hands is sacred.

And the truth is this:

👉 If you don’t guard it, something else will invade it.

“Strangers” today may not look like people walking into a physical tent…

They look like:
Wrong influences.
Wrong relationships.
Wrong habits.
Wrong voices.
Wrong compromises.

And if we are careless, we allow things into our lives that slowly weaken us spiritually.

Another thing I noticed:

Everything in that chapter was organized.

By tribe.
By family.
By name.

There was structure.

God is not random.

And many of us struggle not because God has not spoken…
But because we are living without spiritual structure.

You don’t know where you stand.
You don’t know your role.
You don’t know your responsibility.

But God is calling us into intentional living.

And here is the part that really settled in my heart:

This counting happened before the journey began.

Before movement…
There was preparation.

Before progress…
There was order.

Before advancement…
There was accountability.

Which means:

👉 God prepares people before He promotes them.

So here is the message I am taking from Numbers chapter 1:

As a Christian woman, to be “in the number”:

You must grow into spiritual maturity.
You must be ready for spiritual warfare.
You must understand your identity and role.
You must take responsibility for what God has given you.
You must guard your life with intentional boundaries.
You must stop living passively and start living deliberately.

Because in God’s kingdom:

Not everyone present is prepared.
Not everyone called is ready.
Not everyone available is accountable.

So I leave you with this question:

👉 If God were to “count” today… would you be among those He can rely on?

21/03/2026

They took everything from her.
Her home.
Her family.
Her freedom.

Corrie ten Boom wasn’t supposed to survive the concentration camp.

But she did.

Not because she was the strongest.
Not because life was fair.

But because in the darkest place imaginable…
she held on to something deeper than fear.

A whisper of faith.
A truth her sister, Betsie ten Boom, refused to let go of:

“There is no pit so deep… that God is not deeper still.”

💔

This isn’t just a story about survival.

It’s a story about faith…
when everything else is gone.

👇
Could you still trust God in a place like that?

19/03/2026

Inside the Concentration Camp

There are some places…
where hope is not supposed to survive.

Cold mornings.
Endless lines.
Bodies weakened by hunger…
and souls tested beyond words.

This was the world
Corrie ten Boom
was thrown into.

A place designed to break people.

Strip them of dignity.
Of identity.
Of everything that made them human.



And beside her…
was her sister, Betsie ten Boom.

Weak in body—
but unshaken in spirit.

Let that sink in.

In the middle of filth…
in the middle of pain…
in the middle of a darkness so thick it felt alive—

They still prayed.

They still whispered about love.
Still believed… that God was there.

Even there.

💔

There were nights when the cold felt unbearable.
Days when the hunger made it hard to stand.
Moments when giving up would have been easier.

And yet…

Betsie would say,
“There is no pit so deep… that God is not deeper still.”

And somehow—
that truth kept them breathing.

Kept them believing.

Kept them human…
in a place built to erase humanity.

Not everyone made it out.

Betsie didn’t.

But her faith…
did not die with her.

It lived on—
in Corrie.
In her story.
In every life it would one day touch.

✨

Because even in the darkest places…
light doesn’t have to shout to be powerful.

Sometimes…
it whispers.

👇
Do you believe faith can survive in a place like that?

18/03/2026

What Happened to Corrie and Her Family?

They didn’t escape.

When the secret was finally uncovered…
everything they had built in love and courage
came crashing down in a single moment.

Corrie ten Boom
and her family were arrested.

Not because they had done something wrong…
but because they had chosen to do what was right.

They were taken from their home—
the very place that had become a refuge for so many—
and thrown into a world of cold cells, harsh interrogations,
and a future no one could guarantee.

Her father, Casper ten Boom…
an old man whose only “crime” was compassion—
didn’t last long.

He died just days after his arrest.

Just like that.

Gone…
but never broken.

Her sister, Betsie ten Boom,
suffered deeply in the camps.
Starvation. Disease. Cruelty beyond words.

And yet…
she still spoke of love.

Still believed that even there—
God had not abandoned them.

Let that sink in.

Even in a place designed to crush the human soul…
she chose faith.

Corrie watched it all.

The loss.
The suffering.
The unimaginable pain.

And somehow… she survived.

Not because she was stronger.
But because the same faith that led them to hide others…
now carried her through the darkness.

💔

Their story didn’t end in that house.
It went through prisons… through camps… through loss.

But it also carried something powerful:

A reminder…
that love may cost you everything—
but it is still worth choosing.

👇
Could you hold on to your faith… after losing so much?

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