Why Make Monday Blue?
We talk about Blue Monday as if it’s a given, as if Mondays are meant to feel tough. Let me ask you something: can you remember when you started thinking of Monday as blue, or when you made it your…
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When Good Intentions Are Not Enough
Please allow me to write as if I am having a conversation with you. Lately, I have been sitting with a difficult thought: that our hearts can be in the right place, and yet things and people can still be…
Born Into Dependence, Again.
Born Into Dependence, Again. One of the hardest things I have had to unlearn is the expectation that someone will always be there with me – and more imprisoning still, there for me – whether in guidance, help, provision, or…
The High Cost of Free Time
A thought crossed my mind, and I decided to follow it. There may be something to it, or nothing there at all. But I just wanted to share it with you before Q2 kicks in fully. I’ve been quiet on…
Same Body. Same Face. Different Man.
Same Body. Same Face. Different Man. There are many encounters in life that are just simple. You see someone, you recognise them, and maybe you greet them. The moment moves without strain because the mind and memory agree. There is…
When Hope Meets Grace
There are lives that move in straight lines, and then there are lives that must be broken open before they can become whole. Mine has been the second kind. There was a time when I thought certain things only became…
Do you believe or do you know? Which is it?
Have you seen that viral video? You should. You know those phrases that roll off the tongue and sound like a complete mishmash of words, kind of like the spiritual riddle, “born once, die twice; born twice, die once”? There…
Becoming Who You Were Made to Be
The Psalm 112 Man You Were Made to Be Sometimes it honestly feels like the world is shouting opinions about what a man should be but less about what Man should be. The noise comes from everywhere – social media,…
The AHC – reintroduction
There is a phrase in my mother tongue, Setswana, that has become the foundation of my life: Modimo O mosa. It means God is gracious. God is merciful. This truth is the bedrock of my story. I remember the day…
To a friend I’m yet to meet
To: the friend I have not yet met,From: Me, Tsholo L. Sehume Dear Friend, Have you ever felt haunted by the feeling that something vital is lacking, especially in matters of love? What a greeting to a letter, huh! 🙂…