For those who have been asking, and for those who have been following this journey - yes, 1 am living in the bush. I only leave for services and engagements as He instructs me, and I return as soon as they are over. I am spending this season in prayer, seeking God, and learning to be still in His presence.
This morning, I took some time out to interact with the animals at Good News City, and once again, I found myself overwhelmed by the goodness of God.
God is extraordinary. There are things He does in the quiet places that words cannot fully explain. Away from the noise, I am learning to hear Him more clearly, depend on Him more deeply, and experience His presence in a completely different way.
I am deeply grateful for His love, His grace, His mercy, and His forgiveness. I know that I am here only because of Him.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord.
Worthy is His name.
All glory belongs to Him.
All honour belongs to Him.
All praise belongs to Him.
This season in the bush is not about escaping life - it is about drawing closer to the One who gave me life.
God, You are extraordinary. You are holy. You are faithful. You are worthy. And my heart is simply grateful to You.
The problem started when government stopped schools from praying at Assemblies and having religious lessons like LCM. Today we experience kids who never recited scriptures like Ephesians 6 v 1. Worse their parents don’t take them to Sunday school. Corporal punishment was removed from schools. The parents are saying that they are soft parenting raising kids without morals. We used to know that a child is raised by the whole village. You Respect abantu abadala the same way you respect your own parents. Today we are seeing a disaster of kids bullying Elders, their parents are laughing and taking videos of these horrific incidents. Qhubekani vele these are the last days when kids will turn on their parents and parents will do the same. The bible said it all. Impilo engana Nkulunkulu impilo eyela ekufeni
An underrated moment that might have been forgotten by many: Leandro Paredes’ last-man-back effort on an Egypt counterattack 🔥
The same attack that had been tormenting Argentina all afternoon was stopped by Paredes. Two minutes later, Argentina won it 🇦🇷
@TapiwaDuncan@MakandaOfficial Pa SIC boys high kubhesha was equivalent yekubonyora. So I'm literally confused, muskana uyo akuda kumupa handjob or what lol
🥹❤️ Football has the power to touch every generation.
Yolanda is 104 years old. She was born in 1922, has lived through every World Cup in history, and witnessed some of the greatest players the game has ever seen. But there is one footballer she dreams of meeting above all others: Lionel Messi. 🇦🇷🐐
In a viral video, she shared this emotional message:
🗣️ Yolanda: "Messi, I am Yolanda. I love you, I love you and I would like to look at you in the front. I know I probably can't be, but I'm sending you a huge hug anyway. I love you so much Messi. I'm 104 years old and I want to see you before I die. Awwww I love love him I love it." ❤️
Let me be honest. The story of Moses and the rock used to mean nothing to me as a Muslim.
The people are dying of thirst in the desert.
God tells Moses to strike a rock, and water pours out to save them. Exodus 17.
Cool miracle. Moving on. That’s how I read it.
Then I read what Paul wrote about it.
“They drank from the spiritual Rock that followed them, and that Rock was Christ.” 1 Corinthians 10:4.
The rock was struck once, and life poured out for everyone dying.
But here’s the part that wrecked me.
Later, the people are thirsty AGAIN. And this time God says don’t strike it — just speak to it. Numbers 20:8.
Moses strikes it anyway. And God is furious. It costs Moses the Promised Land.
Why such a harsh punishment over hitting a rock twice?
Because the Rock is only ever struck ONCE.
Christ was struck one time for sin. After that, you don’t strike Him again. You just speak to Him.
Moses broke the picture before anyone understood it.
Islam handed me a water miracle.
The Bible handed me the Rock that was struck so I’d never thirst again.