Saturday is rugby day!
Today is special, the back to back champions celebrate their 2026 championship.
With this rain, put in one strong round for me. See you in a bit!
Heavenly Father, thank You for being the kind of God who writes a vision, seals it and then waits... not because You forgot it, but because the timing belongs to You and You don't share that calendar.
This weekend, we ask for patience that doesn't look like resignation. For the ability to wait without going numb.
"For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay." Habakkuk 2:3
Do it again Father, You did it for Abraham; twenty-five years between the promise and the child and not one day of that wait was wasted. The promise didn't weaken while he waited. The appointed time came exactly on schedule, not a season early, not a decade late.
Do it again for us. Prove to us that the linger is not abandonment. We are still here. Still waiting. Still Yours. In Jesus's name we pray. AMEN.
Heavenly Father, thank You for life, mercy and purpose.
We ask that You untangle what we've complicated, heal what we've neglected and restore what we've nearly given up on.
"Be still, and know that I am God." (Psalm 46:10).
Father, You raised Lazarus when everyone else thought the story was over. Do it again for us. Four days late to man. Right on time to You. In Jesus' name. AMEN.
Every man has one memory he never buries. Mine had an empty wallet. I forgot birthdays. I forget exam results. I even forgot my first salary. But I'll never forget the day someone's smile clocked out after seeing me broke. That lesson charged no school fees.
May the noise around your name, the gossip, the comparisons, the fake congratulations, fall silent while God quietly finalises your paperwork. Let results speak when noise cannot. It is finished quietly.