Cypress And Myrtle

Tag: peace

  • Ours Triggers Need to be Surrendered

    As moms, we naturally wear many hats; cook, chauffeur, home organizer, timekeeper, peacekeeper, counsellor, motivator… and the list goes on.

    Recently, when my eldest turned 10, I decided to put on a new hat: tutor. I was confident I had the knowledge to help her with her school subjects. What I didn’t realize was that knowledge alone doesn’t equal aptitude.

    As the days went by, my patience grew thinner, my voice grew louder, and irritation quickly turned into frustration. To my great shame, I became a monster mom. There were moments when it felt like all nine fruit of the Spirit had completely abandoned me. Not one fruit left in me.

    Revision time every night became stressful for both my daughter and me. I realized it had become a trigger for me.

    Something had to change. We couldn’t go on like this.

    So, I apologized to her and promised to be a calmer tutor. The look on her face told me she wasn’t convinced.

    That night, I prayed, specifically for just three fruit of the Spirit: self-control, patience, and kindness. I was desperate enough to cling to just these three.

    And at the start of every session, I prayed for just these three fruit of the Spirit. The days that followed were better than I could have imagined. Our revision sessions became calmer, lighter, even enjoyable. We shared many peaceful and meaningful moments as she prepared for her exams.

    We are not perfect moms. There are moments when we’re triggered, when we react impulsively, emotionally, even angrily. But often, the very things that trigger us are the things God is inviting us to surrender to Him.

    So, here’s my challenge to fellow moms: don’t run from your triggers. Face them. Bring them honestly before God. Name them. Surrender them. Ask Him for the fruit you lack in that moment.

    As Scripture reminds us:

    “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.”
    Galatians 5:22–23

    When we lay our triggers at His feet, He doesn’t shame us. He transforms us. And in the very areas where we feel weakest, His grace shows up strongest – because His strength is made perfect in our weakness.

    But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.”
    2 Corinthians 12:9

  • He Speaks

    In my life, I’ve heard God roar and I’ve heard Him whisper. Two very different moments. Two very different needs. Yet both, unmistakably Him.

    As a child, He spoke in ways I could understand through graffiti on a wall, chapel songs, and Sunday School stories.
    As I grew older, He spoke through Scripture, alive and powerful.

    The God we serve is not silent. He never has been. It’s His nature to speak and He’s been speaking since the beginning.

    In Genesis 1:3, “And God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light.”
    From the very first moment of creation, His voice brought life.

    Then, in John 1:1, we read, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
    Jesus wasn’t just a messenger. He is the message. Every word He spoke revealed the heart of God.

    His voice didn’t go silent after the resurrection. He still speaks through Scripture, through the Holy Spirit, through moments quiet and loud.
    His words bring life, clarity and peace.

    A.W. Tozer wrote, “The second person of the Holy Trinity is called the Word. The Bible is the inevitable outcome of God’s continuous speech. It is the infallible declaration of His mind for us, put into familiar human words.”

    God has always spoken and He still does.
    From creation to this very moment, His voice calls out with power and love.
    Jesus, the Living Word, continues to speak light into our darkness.
    May we listen with hearts ready to hear.

  • The Holy Spirit Visits

    He appeared suddenly, unannounced.
    It wasn’t entirely quiet because the children were sleeping.

    Yet the stillness was overwhelming.
    He hovered over me over my lying body.
    My entire being sensed a presence: majestic, magnificent, beyond description.

    My eyes were open. I could see the ceiling, and everything in the room.
    I could hear the children breathing, the air conditioner humming.
    Everything was still, not quiet, but still.
    As if all of creation had paused in awe and wonder.

    He did not speak.
    He was simply there.

    What struck me most was His weight, not crushing, not suffocating, but like a substance so completely saturated with presence it became heavy.
    I told Him so.

    I don’t remember when He left.
    But I will never forget what it felt to be in the presence of One so holy, so majestic, and infinite.