Adél Coetzee

30/07/2025

Isolation has a way of stripping things down…
The noise… the chaos… the distractions fade…
And what’s left… is God…
Still there… still waiting… still ready to meet with you…

When it’s just you and Him… you don’t have to fake it…
No masks… no pretending to be okay when you’re not…
You can come as you are…
With the fear… the questions… the joy… the frustration… all of it…

And the craziest thing?
He welcomes it…
Every piece of you… even the parts you think He can’t handle…
He doesn’t pull away when you’re raw…
He comes closer…

That’s how intimacy with God grows…
Not through perfection…
But through realness…
That’s where trust is built…
And your connection with Him gets stronger… deeper…
One honest moment at a time…

Ax

29/07/2025

Here
bewaar my van die wat U Naam roep
maar hul harte is vol leuens

bewaar my van mooi woorde
wat donker geheime bedek
van oë wat vriendelik lyk
maar gif dra

hou my ver van die wat hul sondes toemaak met skrif
wat ander afreek terwyl hul self in die duisternis leef

leer my om te sien even agter maskers
om die gees te toets en nie die vertoning nie

Here
red my van die 'heiliges' wat verwoes
van die 'profete' wat steel
van die 'priesters' met geheime

verlos my van die wat U gebruik om hul eie egos te bou
hou my hart skoon en my voete op U pad

Amen

28/07/2025

And don't allow anyone to tell you any different!

26/07/2025

26/07/2025

"He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord." – Prov 18:22 But not just any man—this speaks of a godly man (a real one ...)... one who walks in humility, integrity, and love, seeking God first. The wife he finds is a godly woman... wise, nurturing, faithful, and clothed in strength and dignity (Prov 31).

She is a “good thing” not because she completes him, but because she’s a GIFT FROM GOD,, entrusted to A MAN WHO WILL HONOR her...

Let no man pretend to be godly while dishonoring, betraying, or abusing the very gift God gave him... God is not mocked. “The Lord is a witness between you and the wife of your youth… she is your partner, the wife of your marriage covenant.” – Mal 2:14...

His Word demands we don't judge ... and I've come to accept, even when I sometimes still struggle, that on judgment day, such betrayal will not be overlooked. God sees, and judgement belongs to Him ...

Ax

24/07/2025

24/07/2025

Daar is net nie plek vir 'ander' in n goddelike relationship nie. No excuses. No justifications!

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23/07/2025

💪🏻👌🏻🙏🏻

21/07/2025

Sometimes it’s the silence that shouts the loudest.
My son and his pup is away for the week. And as I walk through the house, it’s just me… and my thoughts. The kind that creep in when no one’s watching. The kind that swirl around like dust in an empty room — memories, regrets, old battles I didn’t choose to fight but had to anyway.

It’s in these quiet moments where the enemy loves to show up. Planting seeds of doubt. Whispering lies like “You’ll never be enough.” “You’ll always be alone.” “It wasn’t supposed to be this way.” And if you’re not careful, you start watering those seeds with your tears, letting them grow roots in your heart.

But here’s the thing...

I’ve learned to tell the difference now — between my own broken pieces and God’s voice. Between my trauma and His truth. I’ve learned that sometimes what feels like a lonely night is actually a sacred appointment. A breather. A pause. An invitation to sit with the Father and just… be.

Because over and over, He’s proven Himself. He’s whispered the truth into my heart when the world was too loud. He’s shown me that no, it’s not just triggers or past heartbreaks — it’s Him. It’s discernment. It’s His protection. And when you learn to trust that voice, even the silence starts to feel holy.

So yes, I’m alone tonight. But I’m not lonely.

I know He’s working on something — something deeper than the superficial, louder than the chaos, stronger than any storm I’ve survived. Something rooted in trust, truth, transparency, and Him. A partnership that doesn’t distract, but aligns. That draws you both closer to each other because you’re already close to Him.

I don’t have all the answers. But I know who does. And tonight, I’m resting in that...

Ax

20/07/2025

There are days when I feel invisible.... when the weight I carry doesn’t show on the outside. When no one sees the silent battles, the quiet heartbreak, or the small victories that felt like mountains...

But then I remember—El Roi—the God who sees me...

He saw Hagar in the wilderness... and He sees me too... Not just the mask I wear. He sees me... raw... real.. and reaching.

And in that knowing... I find rest.
Because being seen by Him is enough...
Even when no one else notices… He does.

Ax

18/07/2025

Het jy al ooit gevoel dat die lewe jou van alle kante tref... en dit voel asof jy besig is om stadig te verdrink?

Nie skielik nie... maar stadig... soos iemand wat nog asemhaal... maar net-net. Jy loop aan... doen wat gedoen moet word... glimlag soms... huil soms... maar altyd just there. Want dis mos wat Christene doen... ?

Maar wat as ek vir jou sê dis ok om te sê jy’s moeg? Dis ok om te sê jy’t seergekry. Dis ok om nie altyd die sterk een te wees nie... en soms ook te sukkel with all things life?

Die storms van die lewe kom sonder waarskuwing.
Party gooi jou om… party krap net aan jou voete… maar party keer kom daar só baie gelyk...
dat jy begin wonder of jy ooit weer sal opstaan sonder letsels ... Nie fisiese letsels nie... maar daai stiller soort... Die tipe letsel wat nie sigbaar is nie, maar jou drome stilmaak en jou vrede steel.

In Markus 4 sit Jesus saam met sy dissipels in ’n boot toe ’n storm losbars. Die dissipels raak paniekerig... en Jesus slaap...
Nie omdat Hy nie omgee nie... maar omdat Hy weet wie Hy is... en wie in beheer is van die wind én die golwe.

Vandag remind ek myself dat daai my anker is…
Nie dat die storms nie kom nie... maar dat ek nie alleen in die boot is nie.... En jy ook nie!

So wat doen ons?

🕊️ Ons bly eerlik oor ons pyn...
🕊️ Ons soek rus – al is dit net vir vyf minute onder ’n kombers sonder ’n traan...
🕊️ Ons bou stadig weer ons geloof op – baksteen vir baksteen...
🕊️ En ons kies... elke dag... om weer op te daag.

Want trauma steel...Maar jy het nog iets om te gee... al voel dit nie altyd so nie... jy het.

En as jy vandag voel jy sink – onthou: selfs in ’n storm... hou ’n anker jou nie bo nie... dit hou jou net vas.

Dis nie hoe diep jy val wat jou definieer nie…
Dis hoe vas jy klou… al is dit met laaste bietjie krag.

Mooi Vrydag my mensies,

Ax