My Diary


9 March 2018

Peter, you and me, we got carried away; we built our nest all around us. Inside we sat, space just enough for us, the world far away out there. Our little unit.

In there you cooked for me and carried you drills and saws like a soldier his guns. Your handiwork so under my nose it now makes my eyes water.  Our hands just fit together so well. Holding on while leaning, one onto the other; the other onto God.

 You filled this little nest from top to bottom, utilising every nook and cranny and now … you are gone.

My other hand still onto God, my life line. Your other hand over in forever land with Him. We, together, are Philippians 1:21. I am now the first part: “for me to live is Christ” And you are the second part: “To die is gain”.

  We are both winners, you and I. Both of us can say: The King and I. With Him; you see clearly now. With Him, I see dimly as if in a mirror, but I am also okay because He can see me clearly as I am. He is the way.

So my darling. let us rejoice in where we were and where we are. Soon I will be there where you are, but as for now, God still has work for me.  I saw this morning in His word, the meaning of ‘work’. “This is the work of God, that you believe in Him whom He sent” (John 6:29). I believe in Jesus.

3 February 2018

On Tuesday morning Doctor Whitehorn gave Peter, my husband, a clean bill of health. On Wednesday morning he is asked to write Peter’s death certificate.

The distressed family doctor phones and tells me Peter’s words to him the day before:

“so now also Christ will be magnified in my body. Whether by life or by death. For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain” (Philippians 1:20-21).
A fatal heart attack in the small hours of the morning, and Jesus had prepared his place.

“And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also” (John 14:3).

And I thank God that Peter knew Jesus, who said:.
“I am the way. The truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me” (John 14:6).

And now I sorrow. I sorrow with hope. But oh how I sorrow!
“But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope” (1 Thessalonians 4:13).

I have no other way to describe my experience but through the word which sustains me.

The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit” (Psalm 34:18).
On Brochure:
My beloved husband, 
We had a thousand years
We had one day
And in Your book they were all written” (Psalm 139:!6)
And in this I rejoice
“rejoice because your names are written in heaven” (Luke 10:5).
“Grace and peace be multiplied to you in the knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord” (2 Peter 2:2).

7 June 2017
Such a privilege to be interviewed by Chris Chameleon.
Three hours on the 'roast' chair and it felt like 10 minutes.

“O Lord, I’m not very good with words. I never have been, and I’m not now, even though you have spoken to me. I get tongue-tied, and my words get tangled" (Exodus 4:10). Me speaking with Moses' words.

Glenda Harper, Chris Chameleon and Peter Harper.
Chris is an amazing man. He has a way of locking a person in with his eyes and you feel it is just between you and him, and you just want to tell him everything. Not only is he talented but a great personality. Even when he had left, he still was there. Someone you never forget.


Please go to my post dated 21 June 2016 My Testimony. My Life Story.  (My home page.)

5 April 2017: Read my post on  IT IS TIME !

15 March 2017
“No one lights a lamp and puts it in a place where it will be hidden, or under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, so that those who come in may see the light” (Luke 11:33)
Amazing what the sun can do to the smallest of object. Amazing what the SON can do to you.
WHAT  A  MORNING  23 February 2017


 As prayed in my diary when I got home:

Out on the beach, searching for You, my Lord. Hungry, thirsty for You.

Apologetic repentance for not telling the world.

Then you are there. Not in the sun; not in the drift wood; not in the clouds, but in a Chinese man’s face.  He does not know You, but he saw You.

And where did he see you? In my face! He said so.

 Jesus, You told him to say so. You, my faithful God, who never seizes to pamper me whenever I lose my worth. This 45 year old man on holiday from China, with his broken English said.

“I see the sun in your face. You have made me so happy inside. I am happy all over.” (I want to add that he had never been this happy before, but he did not say that, but the way he beamed, looking at me, said it.)

I told him, my Lord and my God, that it is You he is seeing. I told him he can have the same sun in China and wherever he is. God opens our eyes to see the sun everywhere. I told him to go and buy a Chinese Bible and read it. I told him that as he reads, God will fill him with the Son.

 I was wearing my bright red ‘I LOVE JESUS’ cap.

Your name, Jesus, was displayed on my ‘forehead’, clear and bright. My Jesus cap.

While the sun was parading its glory in all angles I was talking to a gentleman from China.  He saw me first.  Manoeuvring, making a piece of driftwood my soul purpose in life.  Only when I clawed my way out of the sand up the sand bank did I see him. 45 years old and on holiday in SA.

We did well, exchanging life messages with His English and my hearing. Every day is a new gift from God. A present to open. He understood. Driftwood buried yesterday, opened today. Wood that shimmers in the sun and takes on as many faces as you want to see.

He was leaving for Cape Town the next morning; wanted to know if Cape Town was more beautiful than here (Durban by the sea J).
Me: Wherever you heart is, is more beautiful. With God in you all places are beautiful.
Him: In China we work hard. Work, work, work to support my family. My heart is hard (he made a fist).
Your heart is beautiful. I see the sun in your face. (He point with his finger to the sun and then to my face.)
Today you make me very happy to see you. I happy all over.

17 January 2017
Walking in the rain (and the sun) while Durban is sleeping.


9 January 2017

Selfie shock. Hello ... anybody home?  Is this really Your temple Father YHWH?

A face as rocky as the rocks in the background.


“Therefore, from now on, we regard no one according to the flesh” (2 Corinthians 5:16).

“We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves” (2 Corinthians 3:7) NLT

“For we know that when this earthly tent we live in is taken down (that is, when we die and leave this earthly body), we will have a house in heaven, an eternal body made for us by God Himself and not by human hands. (2 Corinthians 5:1).

5 January 2017
Can you believe it, I found it so beautiful, I sat there crying. Lol, no hope for me
Hang your head in shame, Cell Phone Camera, you only recorded the shadow of what I saw this morning. Tears.

31 December
A New year; reason to live. 


27 Dec. 2016
My Unusual Usual Christmas 

17 December 2016
Most of my happenings end up as Posts on this blog. Today in Afrikaans Die Ding

16 December 2016
50 years ago I recited a poem, at a covenant gathering  about a lady named Amakeia who died while protecting the baby of her employer.
2000 years ago a Man died on a cross so that  “… all who believe should not perish but have everlasting life” (John 3:16).  The new Covenant. Reconciliation to God for all. I am very thankful.

My daughter turns 34 tomorrow
A poem I wrote for her.

A photo of us 7 December 1982

Your little body fits my hands, 
Kindred seedlings future grand

Growing faster past my brain
Empty nest and faraway planes.

Now wrinkles in my hands  I hold
years of love in golden old

Fear and wonder fully Thine
The greatest gift and so sublime

Love and peace and joy for you
God has promised, so it’s true.

Happy birthday  final word
God will bless, His love superb.

To Kim Koczwara,
from your mother.
Glenda Harper.

Hoop hoop, I did it, I danced my way through a 60th hippie birthday party. And was I carried away on a stretcher? Not a chance. Just maybe ... I can still dance for my Lord.  

My hippie outfit.

More about my mind:

12 November 2016
That’s it. I am not going to be one of those old people who talk and talk and talk again about their ailments and medical bills.  My husband’s cancer is gone (Thanks be to God!) and I am bursting out of my isolation. Ooh, that sounds good.  Nine long months of hiding from germs is enough to stagnate a river and rot the fish.  Now, laugh if you must, but I am blowing full steam into the Revellers. Who are they? Old ladies (really old, like me) who dance and wiggle their wrinkles to old music and old folks in old age homes. Does that sound old enough for you.

Dug in my trick box and told my heart to stop beating so fast. So much Jesus fun for children’s church kids to laugh in. This head of mine went into imagination gear and I just cooked up a performance recipe that far outruns the old bag I am.  Next year, I am ready, do or die (both means closer to God).

Flow river flow.

28 September 2016   The last of six months of chemo treatment. (My husband has colon cancer.)

A Lol Story.  A funny thing happened on the way from the oncology department. For the first time ever the patient (my husband Peter) had forgotten his phone, his ID, his wallet  and his drivers licence at home. For the first time ever the patient is pulled off in a road block. "Show me your licence please." The patient pulls up his shirt and shows the officer his poop bag ... Needless to say, he was sent off home with a "God bless you" accompanied by a pat on the arm.

September 2016
My husband has colon cancer.

Baking and cooking calms Peter’s nerves. The chemo put two people inside of him; the one is so hyper he wants to run to Cape Town, paint the town red, and run back. The other person is exhausted and drained of all energy and life. So the active person bullies the tired one into breaking point, giving him very little time to sleep and rest. So he just bakes and eats in silent protest. And of cause I eat alongside him without having any reason whatsoever and blame it all on the fat person inside of me. J

19 June 2016
Happy Fathers day, Father YHWH. Happy Father's day Daddy. My only father I know. Thank You Jesus for making this birth happen. I am the daughter of a King.
15 March 2016 My husband just had a colostomy.

If I could say to God, “If You give me this, then I will give You that,” then I would say to God, “Give me Colossians 1:9-11, then I will give to You, Father, Colossians 1:10.” But it does not work that way. I have nothing to give to Him, so He must give me Colossians 1:10, so that I can give it back to Him. "Then the way you live will always honor and please the Lord, and your lives will produce every kind of good fruit. All the while, you will grow as you learn to know God better and better." Anyway, I know this pleases God, so 1 John 5:14 falls into place.
I asked God “What must I read? Speak to me.” I am reading Colossians because it sounds like colos(tomy). My husband just had a colostomy. God speaks to me. I love Jesus very much.
Index to Diary:
* ... as I was on my way to the beach the other day.
* The things that happen in my quiet time (between God and me). 

* Battling to pray? Give God one hour of your life and pray this prayer to experience His presence.
* I just have to share this with somebody! My quiet time this morning with Jesus. 23/05/14 

* Cancer 10 days of knowing and not knowing. (today: 19 May 2014)

* When I die, this is where I am going. 27 April 2014 

* So this is what it feels like to be diagnosed with cancer.

* 15 MARCH 2014 kykNET Kwela interview filmed.  (scroll down.)

* 6 February 2014 Another sea experience

* 19 January 2014 Back after the holiday, teaching at Sunday School.

* My thoughts on the fisherman I passed this morning on the beach.

* July and August update (30 August 2013)

* Interview on Jacaranda FM's breakfast show. (9 July 2013)

Scroll down to see the rest of the topics.
* My new dog.  (16 June 2013)
*Thinking- (21 March 2013)
*Mourning the death of my dog. (March 2013)
*About binging
*An article in the Afrikaans Sunday newspaper
*The dog and I. Daily occurrence
*A high resolution photo and a sun cracked face. 21 Nov. 2012
*A Good Read. (11 September 2012)
* Snake killed by dancers spine (I remember - 7 September 2012)
* About the fears of getting old. (Written in Afrikaans.) 12 August 2012
*I am a postman. (July 2012)*Prosperity preachers (May 2012)
* Thank You Lord (April 2012)
* Letter to my daughter (26 March 2012)
*3 legged chair.
* I need this; do you?
* Its a miracle.
* Holiday in England: a. The journey begins. Flight BA....
b. Graduation.
c. Tunbridge Wells
d. Soho sex-pots of London and an old ladies dream
e. My most embarrassing moment in London.
f. The people who hung out with me in England.
* Email from a reporter describing her meeting with me in the 70's
* World Methodist Conference Street Rally.
* Good results. Photo of Kims prayer warriors. Photo of Sandy, Rochelle, Kim and Nikki celebrating.
* Sunrises, blue skies and such things.
* Photo of the 4 sisters and Steven.
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(also when I pray, this is the throne room I enter!)

Hebrews 12:22-26           

·        No, you have come to Mount Zion, to the city of the living God,

·        the heavenly Jerusalem,

·        and to countless thousands of angels in a joyful gathering.

·        You have come to the assembly of God’s firstborn children, whose names are written in heaven.

·        You have come to God Himself who is judge over all things.

You have come to the spirits of the righteous ones in heaven who have now been made perfect.

·        You have come to Jesus, the one who mediates the new covenant between God and people,

·        And to the sprinkled blood, which speaks of forgiveness instead of crying out for vengeance like the blood of Abel.

25Be careful that you do not refuse to listen to the One who is speaking. For if the people of Israel did not escape when they refused to listen to Moses, the earthly messenger, we will certainly not escape if we reject the One who speaks to us from heaven! 26When God spoke from Mount Sinai His voice shook the earth, but now He makes another promise: “Once again I will shake not only the earth but the heavens also.” 27This means that all of creation will be shaken and removed, so that only unshakable things will remain.

28Since we are receiving a Kingdom that is unshakable, let us be thankful and please God by worshiping Him with holy fear and awe. 29For our God is a devouring fire.


kykNET Kwela interview filmed.

Joan West, Coenie de Villiers and Glenda Harper.
Yesterday is over. The interview on film is over. kykNET Kwela. It will be broadcast on Wednesday 2 April, 7:30 channel 144.
My voice may be squeaky and high pitched; my face may be cracked and even splintered and my body may be grave clad…but JESUS LIVES IN ME. Will the shred-cut-paste end version show this? I don’t know. Do you believe what I believe? That is not the point. This is my story, and you have yours.

Email to Kimmie after the interview:

intered and my body may be grave clad ... but JESUS LIVES IN ME. Will the shred-cut-paste end version show this? I don't know. Do you believe what I believe? This is not the point. This is my story; tell me yourToday was a long day. The makeup artist arrived at 8 and we filmed right up to 2 o’clock. First me and Joan on the couch in the lounge. Joan talked about when she worked in the bank and saw a picture of me with a bonnet and half naked and she was shocked. I did not know that. Then the first time she worked my lights for me she got so carried away she let the spot light drop. I seem to remember that. We told them we fed the snake a chicken and left the flat so we won’t see it. Then he asked about our childhood in the orphanage.

I was then interviewed on my own on the back stoep (I forgot the first interview was me making coffee for him and Joan and me, by the kettle) He asked me lots of questions and I often could not find the Afrikaans word, but I am very happy that I could witness. He asked me one question and when I answered it I started crying and got very emotional. He asked when did I realize that what I did was wrong. So I told him for many years I thought it was ok because I did not force anyone to watch my show; they booked me.  Then one day God opened my eyes and showed me in the bible that if a man desires a woman, it is as if he has had her.  That day I saw my sin before God and he cleansed me and washed me and that is why I am so grateful that I want to tell everyone that no sin is too big to be forgiven.  He also asked other questions about Swartruggens and the shows and what I do now to spread the Word. I told him puppets, Sunday school and the bush people or wherever I go.  They also filmed me with the puppets and they filmed Joan again on the deck by herself. They asked her one question of I was dependent on her and looked up to her as a  child and if the roles have changed, does she look up to me. She said yes, because I brought her closer to the Lord. They also asked her to describe me in three words, I can’t remember what she answered except I think she said ‘loving’.  They asked her what was the most painful part in my life? She said she could not pin point it.  Then they took us to the beach and we walked up and down, first me and Easter then me Joan and Easter.  Joan answered really well. I only really speak when you ask me. It is always embarrassing for me to see myself talk on a movie so I know I will be embarrassed when I see it but as long as my witnessing came over, as long as God’s will was done, I will be very happy.


 Another Sea Experience (6 Jan. 2012)
A child once hung on to the leg of my desk and refused to be taken away from me.  Today I felt like that; but I did not want to leave the sea. I felt we were fastened with an umbilical cord and it should not be broken.  I felt I had stepped in to a picture and did not want to climb outside of that picture again. I want to be a wave and roll around laughing all day long. I want to be the sand to hide tickling crabs with little eyes that look out like submarines. I want to be the lady with her dog in the picture that is frozen in a moment of time that is perfect.
But here I am, my rubbish is put out, sprayed for ants, had breakfast and soon will be dressed and packed for Bible study.  Drunk from the beach activity, Easter doggy has passed out in a Nando chicken position behind me on the bed.  The picture is painted, let’s turn the page.

"And God saw that it was good" (Genesis 1:10).
21 January 2014
My eyes could see but my words could not record.

Like being a witness in the tomb of our living Lord.

"The same power that raised Christ from the dead lives inside of you" (Romans 8:11).

19 January 2014
So joyfully happy to be back at children’s church. Love these kids with the love of the Lord. By giving I grow richer in the Word, by watering I am watered. Truly “it is more blessed to give than to receive” (Acts 20:35).
“One gives freely, yet grows all the richer; another withholds what he should give, and only suffers want. Whoever brings blessing will be enriched, and one who waters will himself be watered” (Proverbs 11:25).

July and August update.
Just come back from the airport  without my heart;  Kim took it with her. Kim my daughter’s month holiday ended too soon, as it always does.  July and August had me dancing in step with the step daughters, step grandchildren and my own daughter, all from England.  I would want to sit and cry and miss them all terribly, but I have to postpone that until I have completed my income tax, finished  the children’s church concert in two weeks time, provide the cell group with more questions,  get the new tenants settled in and  contemplate (pray) seriously about the invitation to witness at gospel@pub in Pretoria. Busy is the word.

The rising sun.
It feels as if I had just been on a holiday. Watched the sun come up on the beach.  Threw a stick that was brought back to me. Watched a scruffy looking little dog running around me and wondered if this was really my dog. With the sun up now, we left for Brighton beach and drove along Anstey's and Brighton. Showed Easter doggy the bush cats and walked the illegal beach. Went to Green Dolphin restaurant, bought a coffee from a friendly lady and sat in silence with the ocean drinking the coffee. Only got back home after 8am.
wkward interview on Jacaranda FM’s breakfast show...  Hi, I am now a butterfly, why try to stick me back in to the cocoon where I was a moth?  Imagine Paul from the Bible being interviewed on his persecution of Christians and ending the interview where Paul is the enemy of the Christians. Not a word about his conversion and turnabout to becoming one of the greatest tools in God’s hand to bring Christianity to life. (9 July 2013)

My New dog; Easter

Dog search
The search focused on wrap-around adorable ears, kissable adorable lips, drop dead take –my- photo adorable beauty… The choice fell on oops.  A head that was definitely put on the wrong body, independent hair that toy -toys in all directions. This was a choice! It was Easter and the dead line was drawn. I saw the scruffy mother and still said yes.  And now… this bundle sleeps on my chest and sneaks a sneaky look through the cartoon eyes and the entire bed is soaked in love.  This piepie –lang-kous makes you look at the heart that changes her features into that which is adorably beauty from the ears, lips to the drop dead ugliness. Would I change her for any of your pedigrees? Never. Beauty is in the eye of the be- ‘holder’.  I hold tight to my dingetjie.

When I said her name is Easter, my daughter said that is not a name. My husband said, that is not a name.  My sister said why?  Because Jesus rose on Easter.  Because Jesus died on Easter. Because Jesus reunited the world to God on Easter. Because we live forever because of Easter. Because Jesus said, “Go and tell!!!!” So Jesus stamped her with approval to be another opportunity to go and tell.

May the Easter Story be in your heart. God bless you.


Hi Kimmie,  (21 March 2013)
Don’t worry, I am not doing that kind of thinking where the earth might move all of us. While washing dishes I was thinking about my restlessness about wanting to do something for God. Then I thought that today might be my last day and all He wants to find if he fetches me is that I am washing my dishes as if for Him and find me praising Him in my free time and thanking Him for everything He is providing and giving to me. He wants me to enjoy where I am and what I have. He has the big picture and probably just wants to see me at peace in Him. He does not need me, I need Him. So I must just enjoy this free time to spend with Him and to do what is before me.  Just think how different we will think if this is our last day?  Then if He decides to give tomorrow to me, I will make sure I start the day with Him and….. If he still gives me another day when you are here, then we are free to go out and look for a doggy woggy to give us great joy for that day and the next and next, if He is giving us the next.  I must stop worrying. And you too.

Love you


(Mourning the death of my dog. She died of cancer and was riddled with lumps.)

 God's comfort
 Yesterday at the beach I saw the swelling waves as cancer lumps that just get bigger and bigger; and then it breaks and then it bows down and God smooths it down with his calming hand until it is one with the moist sand and forms a peaceful smile along the shore. So God will break the pain and turn the mourning in to peace and smiles. He always talks to me with that ever moving ocean.  (12 March 2013)

“For crying out loud!” Make this more than a saying. Vent that sorrow through loud cries while travelling down the road at any speed over 40. Yes, I discovered my moving car an excellent venue for crying out loud. Sound privacy is one of the unmentioned perks sealed in to a car deal for those on the move. Some sorrows are more than a face- in- the- pillow can handle. Neighbours might come running in with weapons, meaning to protect a damsel in distress and becoming robbers of the damsels privacy instead.   A crinkled faced through a moving car window has the same mould for a lough as it has for a cry.  This face image won’t set of a police car siren or any other motorist attention; all eyes are on the road.  (Just make sure yours are too!)



Hi Ladies,

Have you ever noticed how articles on disorders spend 98% of the article describing the disorder in detail, as if this is going to benefit the more-than-informed sufferer?  Then when you read, so you can get to the cures, it stops!

 There is no cure!  There you have it from the bingers mouth.

 BUT…there is a way to live with it. The two rules to remember: 1. Never give up. Tomorrow is a new day with a new beginning. 2. There must be disciplines. As a parent needs to discipline a child to draw the much needed boundaries, so you have to draw up rules to discipline yourself. And work at staying within your boundaries.

Have set meal times. No eating in-between. Not even licking food off your fingers.

If 7pm is your breakfast time then no hunger pangs are allowed to bully you in to a bite of this or a bite of that. The best remedy for hunger is a physical project. I don’t care if you move your furniture to that side and back but keep physically busy. Chances are you have windows that could do with a wash. Make a list of physical chores and get the satisfaction of having a tick on that list and energy used to accomplish it. (My car must go on that list!) My favourite activity is to prevent clutter and carry unused unnecessary dust collectors to my car boot to dump them at the dump or church in another of my time killing spaces. Clutter clutters the mind.

 Meal time. When your meal time finally arrives with great joy, don’t deprive yourself of your favourite foods.  Cravings can be moved to meal times. I must have a peanut butter something or else I walk around weeping like an incomplete cartoon character. Have a clear cut off time until the next meal time which should be at least 4 hours away but preferably 5.

 Beware of nap time monsters. That sleep-walk-don’t-care enemy. Just say, ok, but first I will have a coffee or tea. After the coffee, go and do something. If it all gets too much then leave the house to go shopping or window shopping but pass on the opposite side of any delicatessen outlet.

 Never ever give up. Tomorrow is another new beginning. Today is a new beginning. If only I can make it to breakfast time. If only I can make it to lunch. If only…

 You (I) will never be skinny, but just don’t go one kilogram more than what you are today. Stop the bus there. (You need to lose the odd kilo or two to make room for that inevitable binge that will take you to your ‘now’ weight.) If you are messing around with the same 4 or 5 kg all your life, then so be it., but don’t move one up again.  A skinny binger is a sick binger.

 Ag girls, all this blabber about binging. Does it work?  NO.

 Let’s just love ourselves and each other as we are!



7 Dec. 2013

Today I am fasting from the internet. What I read in Jeremiah 2: 23-25 reminded me of people bowing their heads in front of their BBM’s and checking facebook and other internet obsessions. Then we have the cheek to tell God “That’s not true! I haven’t worshiped the images of Baal!” (verse 23).  “Let us live in awe of the LORD our God, (Jer. 5:24)

Lord, my internet time will be added to reading your Word. I promise never to give the computer more time than I give to you, unless I am using the computer to spread Your Word or to gather more knowledge of you. (After spending time in the pure undiluted Bible readings.) Let me love you, my God with all of my heart and all of my soul and all of my mind. Teach me how to do this. And ... to love my neighbour as myself.

Rapport Sunday newspapers front page.

Rapport newspaper report on Sunday 16 December 2012


Driving Miss Jedi
A daily occurrence

A high resolution photo for the back cover of my book.  21 November 2012

After failed attempts by my husband’s kind efforts of avoiding intimate contact with his phone lens camera and my sun-cracked face, I gave up and ran in to the ID photo shop with full intentions of exposing the truth for what it is.

So I lifted my wrinkles to the photographer. It’s not as if I am hiding something under them – like those very fat people who find long lost articles between their fat folds.

They never looked me in the eye when I showed them Clive’s letter about wanting a high resolution photo of myself for the back cover of the book.  The pretty young girl before me still had her warmth on the ID-photo-seat chair when I plunked down on to it. I thought of her shy “I am pretty” smile and the flash of the camera that captured it forever. I had some of those moments. I had many of those moments. But God shook them all out and crumbled my face up in His hand of time. Soon it will be in the waste paper basket, so that life can move in to its full glory and I can collect my forever new body with a face Jesus died for.

Just finished reading the book of Samuel 1 and 2.  These two books should be printed and sold as a book on its own. (Some of Kings could be included too.) It will be a suspense, thriller, romance and political novel of love, greed and power and betrayal all wrapped in one novel.  It should be prescribed for the grade 11 and 12 children at school and should be a top seller at every book club. Study  the development and the growth of strength and weaknesses that fluctuate between characters while they rise and fall in their foolish and wise decisions, showing their outside, inside and inside -out selves.
2 Samuel 21 put me in shock and brought me to tears for a woman called Rizpah; go see for yourself what horror and sorrow overcame her.
I cried by the Lord about the bloodshed.  I thanked Him that Jesus died once, and for all.
Snake Killed by dancers  Spine.  7 September 2012
Old people often remember something from the past by what they hear in the present; but very few can remember a day they woke up with a dead snake in their bed; a dead snake that was alive the night before when it was taken in to share some warmth with its owner’s body. When you are young and you have never owned a snake before, it is not easy to know what the right thing is to do.
It was a mole snake; not very big. My brother said I could have it. So when the snake looked rather stiff on a winter evening, I thought it very natural to bring it in to my bed to keep it warm and alive. It never occurred to me that the lengthy reptile would get caught under my spine in the event of me rolling over to sleep on my back. So that is what can happen to strange bedfellows. A good lesson to have learnt before the giant replacement python arrived.  The roles could have been reversed; the spineless could have crushed my spine.
A young lady went to bed with her bird …. You guessed it, the bird went the same way as the snake; dead.  She reacted very much the same as I did – mortified.  This is what came out when a dancer told on his  dance partner  in the American program So You Think You Can Dance .  That made me remember.

Ouch! Dis Seer Om Oud te Word!  (n brief aan my suster)  12 Augustus 2012

Hi Joanie,
Jy en ek verskil in ons vrese en sieninge van dinge en verlede. Ek kyk na die verlede en ek wil nie eens een enkele dag terug he nie. My grootste dankbarheid is dat dit verby is.  Daar was te veel liefdeloosheid vir my.  Die beste deel van my lewe is nou, as ek alleen by die huis is met my hond en die son skyn warm op my vel in die winter. Ek het geen verlange na mense om my nie. Dit is alles verstaanbaar as jy weet hoe n moeilike mens ek is om mee saam te lewe en hoe moeilik dit vir my is om saam met iemand te lewe.  My veiligheid vir my is in die feit dat ek niemand kan seermaak as ek alleen is nie, en niemand kan my seermaak nie.  My grootse hoop waarna ek uitsien is as die liggaam hier afgelsaan word, soos die ou lelike tent wat dit geword het, en ek is vir eens en altyd perfek in Jesus se teenwoordigheid; veilig en vol liefde vir altyd.
Nou kom ons by die vrees. Die vrees vir my is die stukkie tussen nou en daai ewige liefde dag.  Alles hier word te veel en die druk word swaarder en swaarder om hierdie sonskyn huis te verkoop. Die sonskyn huis met die mooi hond.  Waarheen nou?  Die einde van my rustig alleenwees?  Good bye son, huis en hond? Die hartseer en afsku dat my geloof te klein is om the spring en te se: “Jesus, vang my.”  Die vrees van die knie en arm en oor wat bly se: “Jy word oud. Jy kan amper nie meer die wasgoed ophang nie, kyk net hoe laat val jy die pennetjies aanhoudend.” “ Kyk net hoe hou jy vas as jy loop, as die kristalletjie uithak in daai oor is dit jy en die grond, ne?”   My hart breek dat ek nie net lag en se “So what, innerlik word ek sterker en sterker elke dag.” Who cares vir dit wat tog nie saam gaan as Jesus my kom haal nie! So there!”  
Alles hierdie is net tydelikke swak kolletjies wat my vang. As daar nou een plek is waar die duiwel n oop deur het, is dit as hy vir my se: “Jy is nou regtig useless vir Jesus.” Nou breek my hart.  Tog nie dit nie. Handelinge 20:24 is al waarvoor ek lewe. As jy dit wegneem van my dan will ek huis toe gaan. Om hier te lewe sonder om aan skatte vir ‘more’ te werk is om hier al dood te wees.  Dan gaan ek liewers ver weg waar ek wurms van mense kan aftrek soos Moeder Theresa. Iewers moet daar n wurm wees wat ek kan aftrek om die dood makliker te maak vir iemand.
Gelukkig is Jesus se krag sterk as myne swak is. So ek is ok want Hy verander nooit nie.  Hy se ek moenie vrees nie, maar as ek vrees dan se Hy dis allright, Hy het my by die hand. Ek sal nie verdrink nie.
Kyk, die wenpaal is net daar anderkant. Hoor hoe raas die heilige aanmoedigers in hulle aanmoediging.  Wie sou nou ooit gedink het ek is in die 'olimpiese spele'? Hier gaat ek.
Baie liefde aan jou Joanie. Hol dat dit bars. Ons is amper daar.
Jou sussie

YOUR  HEART  IS  A  POSTBOX  (9 July 2012)  
At the ripe old age of 63 I am experiencing the adventures of a postman’s career as if I am recreating Treasure Island, map and all.  “You are here!” is the circle drawn around my house on the black and white copy of my area map. The other circle is that of my friend’s house. Where we differ from treasure Island is we already have the treasure and the burial spots are everywhere our feet can carry us; in my case, my knees. We start off at ‘Jerusalem’; that is where we live, me and my friend.  Then the yellow bright highlighter spreads along the roads on the map in hot pursue of our ‘beautiful ‘wrinkled feet. 
Candid camera material; me and my friend.  I am not fat but next to Eliza anyone is fat. I am not unfit, but next to Eliza anyone is unfit. I am not slow…. Ok, I am slow but next to Eliza anyone is slow. Eliza shoots forward down the road like a conveyer belt delivering its merchandise precisely on key.  Me, I am the juggling clown at the back. With a bit of a sprint from my side and a bit of a cross over delivery on her side and the two of us are side by side, playing post man Pat on our perspective sides of the road.
Eliza is in the street to bring the reading to the people. I am in the street to read the people as I ‘open’ their houses like rows of books in a library with titles as varied as fingerprints.  Decorated with their own dogs, gardens, alterations and of cause their very personal post boxes.  By the time I get home I pocket the same thrills and excitement as I would have from a holiday to Las Vegas or a trip to Disneyland or a dream  Island. Whichever you choose.  
Go look at your post box and see your heart.
Mine? A bit dilapidated. A fair share of glue and repair visible.  Mmm could do with some TLC.  The saw fixed the dilemma of branches bullying the postman in to physical exercise getting the in-mail in the ‘in-box’.  Keep an eye on the overgrowth. One house put unfriendly mesh wire directly in front of the opening, making the mail delivery a challenge  or a failure. I guess we have to guard our hearts, but hey, don’t throw the baby out with the bath water.
Some people don’t have a post box. Anyone can read the invisible sign: Stay out! There is always a way in; over the wall. Reminds me of the sower who planted the seed. The mail drops wherever it drops and no one knows it the thorns got it or the fertile ground. But I do know it was dropped.
If ladders were not so heavy, postman could do well to invest in one.  Those sky scraping post boxes that first make you practice your monkey glide as you go down the dip and then laugh at you when it tells you, you fall short of its high standard.  Who needs a gym; after these stretch exercises you get the bend down low postboxes that reminds you of the instruction to be humble and puts  you on your way with a skip and a hop.
Then there is the ‘total wipeout’ post box. The trick is to get your mail -held -hand to the right spot at the right time without having the jumping dogs post your hand in to a snapping mouth from the right and left.  Postmen should not only get danger pay but dog entertainment pay as well.  Touch a post box and your verdict is sealed and delivered by the canine species as guilty as ‘charged’.  Advertisement for postmen: Only former tall, inventive, athletes will be considered for post.
“The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak” (Matt13:1-23).  Now this point is only reached when the 2 hundred and something pamphlets of the day have been spent in the postboxes, and the way home is long and empty handed. Only then do we call on Robbie, the wheels of our 911 number. He finds us panting somewhere on the corner of anywhere  and nowhere and safely delivers us home. Mission accomplished until further notice from my knees, Eliza’s back and Bluff Printers.
Just what is this ‘thing’ we deliver so fervently? …
Here it is!  (Read this side of the letter and when you read the other side of the letter; decide Matthew 26:36-46)
 It does not matter what your post box looks like; what matters is what you do with that that is put inside it.
The one side of the letter:
QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS                                                                                          (Taken from JOY Magazine Biblically based answers by Val Waldeck.)
QUESTION:  Do Christians believe every word of the Bible? Or do they believe that it is full of error?                                                                                                                                            ANSWER:  Yes, they do believe every word! So did Jesus. He declared in John 17:17 “Your Word is Truth.” He did not say it contained Truth together with error – it is Truth and, therefore, wholly to be believed and trusted. He told some folk who were arguing about the resurrection, that they were completely off track “not knowing the Scriptures” Matthew 22: 29.                                                                                                                                                               2 Timothy 3:16 declares that “all Scripture” is inspired by God Himself and Holy men of old spoke (and wrote) as “they were moved by the Holy Spirit” 2 Peter 1:21. The Holy Spirit, who inspired the Word, must be depended upon to interpret that Word because the Bible does contain some things that are difficult to understand (2 Peter 1:20). Unstable people love to force Scripture to fit their personal opinions (2 Peter 3:16). The secret to true fulfillment lies in the Word (Psalm 1:1-3).
QUESTION: How do we know that there is a God?                                                                                            ANSWER: One way is to look at creation. The book of Romans in the New Testament tells us that God has put His knowledge in our hearts. “Since earliest times men have seen the earth and sky and all God made, and have known of His existence and great eternal power. So they will have no excuse (when they stand before God at Judgment Day)Romans 1:19,20.       The watch on your arm didn’t ‘just happen’. Someone carefully designed it and put it together. And it is the same with the world. Everything you see around you shouts loudly that the Great Designer and Creator made it all perfectly.    Another way to be sure is to ask Him! God is personal, and He can communicate with you. The testimony of thousands of His children (from Bible times right up to today) is that He definitely talks to them. Why not start by reading His written revelation of Himself – the Bible?  Start with the New Testament and humbly ask the Lord Jesus Christ to meet with you. That will be the most exciting thing you have ever done!    
QUESTION:  Surely we all believe in the same God but call Him different names?   ANSWER:   Jesus said: “I am the Way, the Truth and the Life; No one comes to the Father except through Me.” John 14:6. Either He was deluded, or a deceiver, or He meant what He said – there is only one God and one way to the Father. If there were another way to Heaven, the death and resurrection of Christ would be superfluous and unnecessary.                                                                                                                                            Our God is not schizophrenic – using different names to propagate different belief systems. His Word is: “For there is only one God and one Mediator who can reconcile God and people... Christ Jesus. He gave His life to purchase freedom for everyone. This is the message that God gave to the world at the proper time.” 1 Timothy 2:6.  In Noah’s day, the Ark was the only means of salvation. Christ is God’s Ark for “whosoever” will believe, regardless of their faith or creed.    
The other side of the letter delivered in your post box:
God loves you and wants you to experience His peace and life.
The BIBLE says: “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” John 3:16

Being at peace with God is not automatic because you, by nature
are separated from God.
The BIBLE says:  “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of
God.” Romans 3:23

God’s love bridges the gap of separation between God and you.
When Jesus Christ died on the Cross and rose from the grave,
He paid the penalty for your sins.
The BIBLE says: “He personally carried the load of our sins in His
own body when He died on the Cross.” 1 Peter 2:24.

You cross the bridge into God’s family when you receive Christ
by personal invitation.
The BIBLE says: “But as many as received Him, to them He gave
the right to become children of God, even to those who believed
in His name.” John 1:12.

1.      ADMIT your spiritual need. “I am a sinner.”
2.      REPENT and be willing to turn from your sin.
3.      BELIEVE that Jesus Christ died for you on the cross.
4.      RECEIVE, through prayer, Jesus Christ into your heart and life.
The Bible says (Christ is speaking): Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if any man hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in.”  Revelation 3:20.  “Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.” Romans 10:13
WHAT TO PRAY:   Dear lord Jesus, I know that I am a sinner. I believe that you died for my sins. Right now I turn from my sins and open the door of my heart and life. I receive you as my personal Lord and Savior.  Thank you for saving me.  Amen
(Taken from: The Billy Graham Christian Worker’s Handbook.)

A Christian friend brought me a video of one of her favorite pastors. She was overflowing with excitement and said I must watch and then we must discuss this teaching with our Bible study group and follow all the pastors teachings with the anointing oil.
I have noticed a trend among Christians to have their quiet time with God in front of the Christian TV. Christians don’t know their Bibles. They are being eaten alive by these prosperity preachers and they are going down with a big smile on their faces.  If you have not read through your Bible at least once; one book at a time from beginning to end; then don’t watch TV in your time you should be communicating with God in His word.
It so happened that my reading with the Lord had just concluded Deuteronomy. So when this pastor gave lots of quotes from Deuteronomy, I was wondering what Book he was reading as I did not recognize the meaning he was putting to some verses. I also knew what lead up to that verse and what came after  it.
I have to confront my Christian friend with the truth.  I had to set it all out clearly to explain to her why I see the sermon as I do and why I encourage her to break with the prosperity preachers of TBN. There is lots of truth in this teaching but entwined with untruths.  I plead with all Christians to truly know the Word of God. Ask God to give you the Holy Spirit to open the Word for you. He promised He would do it if you only ask.
I spoke with God about doing this as I had my doubts. He gave me 2 Corinthians 7:8 “I am not sorry that I sent that severe letter to you…  This showed me that it is right to speak up when Christians are on the wrong track. May I be doing in love, with the love of the Lord Jesus.
Here is my findings on this sermon:
The Power of  the ANOINTING oil     (The black writing is the pators teaching; the blue is my thoughts and the red are verses from the Bible.)                                                                                                                    
Words from a prosperity preacher on the video:
Landmark lesson for church to want more and more of what God wants for us. (What does God want for us. To be more and more like Jesus. To bring others to Christ. To die to self. To live for Christ.
Powerful church who builds on communion and anointing oil. (The foundation should be Jesus Christ.) 1 Cor.3:11 For no other foundation can anyone lay than that which is laid, which is Jesus Christ.
The pastor tells how great his church is and they had changed some young man: “Our church changed him. (No, only God can change us.)
He gives us Deut. 7:13-15 “And He will love you and bless you and multiply you; He will also bless the fruit of your womb and the fruit of our land, your grain and your new wine and your oil, the increase of your cattle and the offspring of your flock, in the land of which He swore to your fathers to give you.”  (Now the pastor says that this grain and wine is communion and the oil is the anointing oil.)
He says “God says when you have the grain the wine the oil together, you shall be blessed above all people.” Huh?
No, you forgot, or left out verse 12 when you started with verse 13. Deut. 7:12 (The heading is Blessing of Obedience) “Then it shall come to pass, because you listen to these judgments, and keep and do them, that the LORD your God will keep with you the covenant and the mercy which He swore you’re your fathers. “verse 9 also tells us that God’s blessing is with those who love Him and keep His commandments. This is what releases the blessings and not because you have grain and wine and oil.
The reason you are blessed is because of your obedience and God’s grace and has nothing to do with the grain and new wine. The grain and new wine is part of the blessing and mentioned together with all the other blessings. (Notice the commas in-between.)
Now,  how come you left out Deuteronomy 7:25  you shall not covet the silver or gold that is on them, not take it for yourselves, lest you be snared by it, for it is an abomination to the LORD your God.”
The pastor says you will be blessed
He says God first blesses our grain, wine and oil and then….
I say, no! The grain and wine and oil is part of the blessing with cattle, sheep, goats etc. It is the blessing for being obedient. The Israelites almost never saw these blessings because they were always disobedient. God does not want our good deeds and offerings, he wants our hearts to love him.
Isaiah 1: 11 “To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices to Me?” Sayst the LORD, “I have had enough of burnt offerings.. :19  If you are willing and obedient, You shall eat the good of the land;
Hosea 6:6 For I desire mercy and not sacrifice, and the knowledge of God more than burnt offerings
Acts 3:19 Repent therefore and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, so that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord.
The pastor talks about being blessed with a long life on earth that will be blessed and good with all material blessings and things going well. Days of heaven on earth. Now my question is: What about the disciples??? They had nothing and were all killed for Christ. What about the Muslims who convert to Christianity and lose all their belongings and jobs and some are killed??? What about them? Did Jesus not say we must be prepared to give up everything for Him? Did? He not say that if we want His glory we must be prepared to take His suffering?  To carry our cross? In this world you will have tribulation?
The pastor says that, like the grain and the grapes, Jesus was crushed for us and now we don’t have to be crushed any more. He says God won’t crush us. I agree Jesus was crushed for us. But we are not from this world and will be molded in to being that which He wants us to be to be ready for our heavenly Kingdom. Our treasures are to be stored in heaven. Must we not be prepared to drink from His cup? Are we not put through the fire to get rid of the dross? How I pity people who accept Jesus because they want to be rich in this world and blessed with the worlds blessings.  Our rewards are in heaven. Money received here is to be used for the advantage of the Kingdom and bringing souls to God.
He gives us Mark 6: 13 .., and anointed with oil many who were sick, and healed them. Here I fully agree, but he did not give verse 8 He commanded them to take nothing for the journey except a staff – no bag, no bread, no copper in their money belts -
Now show me one place, just one, where you sprinkle the anointing oil in order to make money. What did happen to the man who wanted to make money out of receiving the Holy Spirit? Acts 8: ….he offered them money, saying, “Give me this power also, that anyone on whom I lay hands may receive the Holy Spirit.” :20 But Peter said to him, “Your money perish with you, because you thought that the gift of God could be purchased with money! 21 You have neither part nor portion in this matter, for your heart is not right in the sight of God.
The pastor tells us of a house he had purchased for his family to live in, but (an ugly but) when he heard that he can get good money for the property he wanted to sell to make a profit. When told he would not get his price, he had the answer. Sprinkle the golden oil and ‘whala’, the house is sold.  Just like that. He explains about all the trouble he took to put stones from Jerusalem on one wall. I would have thought that that had some ‘sentimental value’ to him, but when he heard ‘money’ there was no meaning in it. He tells us that whatever we want, just sprinkle the oil and the price we want is ours. He even jokes that if men put some on their wives, they will get what they want.
The pastor tells us about his VIP treatment when escorted by traffic police. 2 Peter 2:18 For when they speak great swelling words of emptiness, (NLT Bible: They brag about themselves with empty, foolish boasting.) 2 Peter 2:!4 (b) NLT And they lure unstable people into sin, and they are well trained in greed. “15 They have wandered off the right road and followed the footsteps of Balaam son of Beor, who loved to earn money by doing wrong.  :19 They promise freedom, but they themselves are slaves of sin and corruption. For you are a slave to whatever controls you.
The  main theme is making money from anointing oil. He talks about BP oil. The wealth of the sinner is laid up for the godly. Money: My cup runneth over. Huh?
Don’t think in the natural. Communion oils are spiritual weapons. (What happened to truth, righteousness, salvation, faith, sword of the Word and the shoes that spread the gospel? What happened to these weapons? Never heard of the oil being used as a weapon in the Bible. And to make money! Shocking.
I am just reading Leviticus and in Leviticus 8 and 9 it is clear to me what the work of the anointing oil is.
Ordination of the Priests. Leviticus 8 : 12Then he poured some of the anointing oil on Aaron’s head, anointing him and making him holy for his work.  (To be holy to do God’s work!)
And just what is God’s work? Leviticus 9 The Priests Begin Their Work
Leviticus 9:6 This is what the Lord has commanded you to do so that the glory of the LORD may appear to you.”
Leviticus 9:7 …Then present the offerings of the people to purify them, making them right with the LORD, just as He has commanded.
Leviticus 10:10 And you must teach the Israelites (Christians) all the decrees (the Word) that the LORD has given you.
Here you have it: You are anointed to be holy before God to do His work of bringing people to God through Jesus Christ; and to teach them the Word of God and how to make it their own. 
When healing someone the purpose is for them to see Christ and to follow him. Jesus heals.  What good is it to gain the whole world and lose your soul?
Now the pastor gives us Joel 2:23 – 26 . He tells us that the Hebrew word for rain is the same as teacher. In order for us to get this rain that will come down and cause our threshing floors to be full of wheat and wine and oil; we need a teacher of righteousness to first teach us this. Then the land the locust had destroyed will also be restored to us.
What can I say? This pastor is now the teacher of righteousness to come and teach us to be rich? Jesus is my teacher of righteousness and only by his blood are we all righteous. The teaching is directly in the Word of God and it is so clear and simple. If only people would read the word for themselves. Not bits and pieces, but one book at a time, from beginning to end. I know what it means for the land to be restored which the locust had destroyed. I had lived through it. For many years I had turned my back on God and never had communication with him. Those years were financially very successful but my soul was wasted away.  Then God brought me back to him and gave me a desire to eat His words day and night and in so doing He has restored those barren spiritual years to more than they ever would have been if I was plodding along with him in that time. God is such a loving God in giving me such riches in my spirit and treasure in heaven that I could only cry out with Paul;  ”But my life is worth nothing to me unless I use it for finishing the work assigned me by the Lord Jesus- the work of telling others the Good News about the wonderful grace of God.” Acts 20:24  (Lev. 9:7…making them right with the LORD, just as He has commanded.)
The pastor gives us Deut. 8:18 “And you shall remember the LORD your God, for it is He who gives you power to get wealth, that He may establish His covenant which He swore to your fathers, as it is this day.” So the LORD gives us power to get wealth so that He can establish His covenant. The NLT version puts it like this: “Remember the LORD your God. He is the one who gives you power to be successful, in order to fulfill the covenant he confirmed to your ancestors with an oath.”  In Genesis 12:3 God says to Abraham All the families on earth will be blessed through you.”  For me it means that any money we have is to spread the word of God and to bless the world with Jesus. The Word of God is a wealth of salvation knowledge to be made right with God through Jesus Christ.
The pastor also mentions that the Israelites had been given all the gold and valuables when they left Egypt. It is true. What did they do with the precious metal?  Built a golden calf instead of a temple.  From what Prince reads in Revelation he thinks it a good idea to invest in  the currency of the Middle East. No, the  investment we must make in the Middle East is to pray for them. To get the Gospel across and so invest in heaven. Oh what wonderful eternal awards are laid up for us in heaven. O the power of prayer.
I also find it disturbing that the pastor tells the people to buy up all properties that are haunted. They will get it cheap and they can get rid of the evil spirits by using the anointing oil and having communion in them with a pastor. I am sorry but this is not Jesus’ teaching. Our work is to go to the occupants and tell them about Jesus and pray with them to clear their properties and their lives from the evil spirits.  Use oil to anoint them for God’s purpose. We are not here to win lotto’s but to win souls.
All leaders and Christians must read Deuteronomy 17:14-20
Deut. 17:16-20  The king must not build up a large stable of horses for himself or send his people to Egypt to buy horses, for the Lord has told you, ‘You must never return to Egypt.’ The king must not take many wives for himself because they will turn his heart away from the LORD. . And he must not accumulate large amounts of wealth in silver and gold for himself.:!8 When he sits on the throne as king, he must copy for himself this body of instruction on a scroll in the presence of the Levitical priests. He must always keep that copy with him and read it daily as long as he lives. That way he will learn to fear the LORD his God by obeying all the terms of these instructions and decrees. This regular reading will prevent him from becoming proud and acting as if he is above his fellow citizens. It will also prevent him from turning away from these commands in the smallest way. And it will ensure that he and his descendants will reign for many generations in Israel.

April 2012     A  GIFT  FROM  HEAVEN 


Lord, I bow down;
Here Lord, take the crown.
A car, a kindle
A child, a sister, mingled.
An offer of thanks
to my God of the highest ranks.
But looking at this
The gift of all bliss
My Jesus on a cross
The gift to the lost.
A poem of gratitude

(My daughter gave me a gift: my first kindle)

(Easter communion with my child and my sister)

It is official. A gift from heaven.
(My sister gave me a gift: her car! I named it ‘Manna’: Exodus 16 Bread from Heaven.)

Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2012
Dear Joanie,
It is official. Your divorce and my marriage.  I take this gift Manna, and I promise to love and to hold and to drive in good weather and in bad.  I will use him to come and to go and in the process bring good news and tidings to others. May he be filled with petrol through all of our days together.  May rust and dirt be kept at bay at the best of my abilities but should it break through the wheels will never stop rolling. Let no man deny that this is a gift from God.  Blessings overflowing to every occupant that has been and is and will be.
Thank you very much my Joanie.
Manna has been registered and now answers to the name of ND  7………..  commonly known as Manna.

Jedi says: woof, woof woof woof woof.  Which means thank you. She will only wear her Sunday brown suit when she drives in her assigned back seat which has been covered with thick carpet and a cat box in front for her to rest her feet on so that no markings can reach the seats.  The car has been baptized with sand as that is what Durban is about. We are very proud stewards.
 All glory to God.


Letter to my daughter  26 March 2012

God is good. Because of my upset I kneeled fervently before Him and He took me right in to heaven and held me in His bosom. He showed me Kingdom values and blessed me because of my circumstances. He changed me. All I need is Jesus and every little detail in my life is worked out and is there to fulfil the Kingdom walk for me. This here is not my home. I am a visitor. In Ezekiel 35:26 He told me "And in the proper season I will send the showers they need. There will be showers of blessings." The greatest gift is to be in His presence.
I asked Him to fix my car. I remember some ministers saying we ask for too little and we should ask big. I should ask for a Porsche? So I asked: Lord, save Linda. Give her Jesus. Give her the joy of salvation and eternal life (she is very down).  Lord bless my dear sister Joanie and her family, let the Truth set them free. This, Lord, is my Porsche! This Lord is Kingdom value. All that we owe each other is love. Ezekiel 34:31 "You are my flock, the sheep of my pasture. You are my people, and I am your God. I, the Sovereign Lord, have spoken!"
I listened to some lovely old music from a tape I had recorded from Wesley's dad's records. "Lets forget about ourselves, and magnify the Lord and praise His name." "Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord, and He shall lift you up higher and higher, and He shall lift you up right into heaven."
So I could in spirit and truth thank God that I don't have a car today and that my knees don't want to walk the hill today, and that I can't go on the computer except for mail which He knows I need. Then I just thanked Him for healing my ears to a point where I function normally and I thanked Him that you are coming home, and I thanked Him that Joanie is coming and I ask that we can shine His light for all to see. I asked him that Him and I go and clean Robs room and tidy your room and fill it with His love and Spirit.  Another song: "Let Him have the things that hold you and His Spirit and His love, will descend upon your life and make it whole."
So this is what happens when we take anger and problems to God. He loves it out of us and makes us see the blessing. I love Him so much.

And so I share ‘the joy of the Lord is my strength’ with you.
Have a God day.

The tide brought it out and placed it neatly on the sand.
A plastic chair with 3 legs.

It was me: The perfect picture of my total dependence on God.
Three working legs rendered useless without the fourth.
My gifts, my life; without Jesus will come to nothing. But with Jesus I can do all things.
2 Thessalonians 1:12  “This is all made possible because of the grace of our God and our Lord, Jesus Christ.

I need this; do you? (8 November 2011)  7:30
"Even though the fig trees have
     no blossoms,
and there are no grapes on
     the vines;
even though the olive crop
and the fields lie empty and
even thought the flocks die in
     the fields,
and the cattle barns are\  

Yet I will rejoice in the LORD!
     I will be joyful in the God of
          my salvation!
The Sovereign LORD is my
He makes me as surefooted
     as a deer,
able to tread upon the
     heights."                                (Habakkuk 3: 17 - 19)   Holy Bible. New Living Translation

"So then, since we have a great High Priest who has entered heaven, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to what we believe. This High Priest of ours understands our weaknesses, for He faced all of the same testings we do, yet He did not sin. So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive His mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most.   (Hebrews 4: 14 - 16)

It’s a miracle 13 October 2011

I followed my steps on the sand. In search of my yesterday footprints? Same thing, looking for a lost lens with the vision of a blind mole. The trail in the beach sand from the car to the top of the dune was long.
My thoughts were turning like washing in a washing machine. A mixture of colors but one bright garment stood out amongst the rest. A healing request and the lens were in one bundle. Lord, I know you don’t have to give me back my lens to show You are God. Lord, you don’t have to heal _______ to show You are God. Needles and haystacks. God knows the needle and the lens.

The top of the dune. I stand with my right side to the ocean, the pregnant ocean that is about to give birth to the sun. I look down. I just stare. God is a God of miracles but when he does it, you don’t believe it. I look at the small glass lens that lies there as big as a rock. That big sun rises inside of me and I know Gods presence. I believe.
When God blesses, God blesses. The lens is in my hand, a school of dolphins celebrating my joy in the ocean and the rays of the sun crowning it all.

I skipped home down the dune to the sound of God’s music that was turned on to full volume. “My sheep know my voice.” I knew God had a shell for me. It would be a perfect one. And there it was, just before going up to the parking area.

God knows when we need a bit of spoiling. When our spirits are down and we lose faith in ourselves. God knows everything. God loves us. Jesus stands very close to us, in fact so close that he is inside of us. Jesus heals, Jesus saves, Jesus comforts.

HOLIDAY  IN  ENGLAND  September 2011

The journey begins.  Flight BA to London 4 September 2011

When you remove the bones from the meat, the meat is an unblemished feast.

The bones: Mistaken identity: Mrs. Glenda Harper (that’s me) booked in at Durban airport as Mrs. Glenda Harvey. Because murder is against the law; and that was the only way to make Mrs. Harvey go way, that window seat had to fly vacant to London while the real Mrs. Harper stood up and was counted for an isle seat.
(I could bore you to death with all the red tape around Mrs. Harvey and my ex husband running in to the ladies toilet to call Kim and me urgently as my name was called over the intercom. Then the long queue opening like the red sea to let Kim and me through to our seats, like royalty…….)

The Meat:  Late night. Lights dimmed. I put my ear plugs from my iPod  in to my ears and press play as an instruction to my prerecorded praise and worship songs to proceed. The music pass through my ears in to my heart and rest in my spirit.
Then: I see our airplane from the outside, breaking through the darkness of Africa. One small light flicking its presence. The praises light up a spiritual embodiment that soak up the praises from the inside of the plane and wring it out over Africa below and over the occupants inside, illuminating them with blessings of salvation.
My praises being brought from this high position, and my daughters blonde head resting in sleep on my lap, make my cheeks wet as I look upon God. I am at home. He knows that I know that I am blessed. I hear the crinkling of paper. Gifts to open, one after the other.

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him, and will dine with him, and he with Me.” (Revelations 3:20)

GRADUATION  8 September 2011

My daughters graduation.  8 September 2011-09-08
Yesterday was Kim’s graduation!’
Yesterday was God’s goodness.
Yesterday was Eliza and my prayer results.
Yesterday was God’s favour to Kim’s hard work.
When I first saw her in her gown, cape and hat, that was me gone, I cried.  That is all I did for a long time. She was more beautiful than anything I ever saw. She was radiating like one of my sunsets I have yet to see.
God had just taken the wrapping off another gift to me.
Just like long ago in school; I sat through speeches with the camera on hold to capture my blondie. Her walk over the stage was short, as was the hand shake with the dean. But the breeze that flipped up her hair and unveiled that smile is captured!
Lord, may my life here come forth from Your favour, that I may be captured with love blowing in the breeze to unveil Your glory to the world.
Be it a degree or be it an act of hanging washing – with Your stamp on it, Jesus, it is treasure in heaven! The key to life is found in Deut 30:20 “Loving the Lord your God, obeying Him, and committing yourself firmly to Him. This is the key to your life.” 
Visit to Paul, Yolande and Ewan (Shortly known as  Paulandwin.) 18 September 2011
If this place kills me with its miles of walking in the Rotherfield country side, then what a way to die. Durban beach, Clarence, you have serious competition. The English countryside is winning by a head.
I thought Yolande and Paul had an information virus: hello, I am 62 and strolling on the beach is my marathon. The more they walked, the more they walked. That beauty gave me a blood transfusion. Morbid thoughts of having to leave Kim were eliminated by involuntary fresh air sucking up to me. I even climbed over a farm gate.

God’s creative beauty also engraved itself in the praises the 3 month old Ewan and I lifted up  to heaven while a noisy pagan procession was taking place outside.  In one beautiful child’s eyes I saw creation, I saw sunrises, I saw England and I saw God look and God say: “It is good.”
Soho the sex-pots of London and the dream of an old lady.

When the past comes to haunt you, watch how God’s Holy Spirit haunts the past by blessing the occupants of the present!

Should this story start in sleazy Soho or in an old ladies dreams?
Lets start with Soho – the sex pots of London.
30 years ago I walked here. Today 30 September 2011, I walk here, big eye in remembering.

Now the dream part. Ever have a recurring dream, year in and year out? Well I do. Place: Soho. Venue: Strip joint (that never was) next to a stage door (that was). Let me explain. I worked in a strip club called Paul Raymond’s Revue bar. Our stage door was way removed from the theatre. Next to the stage door was just a wall to pass to get to the theatre around the corner. Now tell this to my dream and it insists there is a club next door to the stage door, and that there in that club (which never existed) is where I have to appear on stage, wearing clothes for the sole purpose of removing them in front of an audience.  Now we reach the nightmare part of the dream. I am not ready. The drums are rolling my announcement. My showbiz clothes are scrambled in a suitcase and what I do pull out is full of holes. To crown the nightmare, I am not 26 but 62. Help!
Ready or not, here I come. If your name is called out you go. I walk sheepishly on to the stage. A silence. Surprise element? Then it happens: I tell them about Jesus! The love of Jesus strips the occupants of the club of all that which prevents Jesus from occupying the limelight. The darkness becomes light. Jesus is centre stage. (Holy Spirit is haunting the past in to His presence.)

Back to Soho 2011. Jojo’s transvestites ladies

Piccadilly circus remembered me.

Brewer street
remembered me. St James’ residence building in

Brewer street
remembered me. The cafĂ© across the road remembered me. But Paul Raymond’s Revuebar did not remember me. I was just in time to witness its death. The big neon lights were still there but its shine was off. The billboard being in the process of being removed, was evidence of my past being taken away. I almost ran to the once elaborate entrance hall where I expected to see my nude pictures displayed. There I found two men moving big boxes amongst an undone surroundings. “Is this….was this Raymond’s revue bar theatre?” I asked. “Yes it was.” They replied.

“Heaven and earth will disappear, but My words will never disappear.”( Matthew 24: 35)
“The grass withers and the flowers fall; but the word of our God stands forever”.( Isaiah 40:8)

I stand before the stage door. That hole in the wall that let me in and let me out. It is still there. It remembered me.
Then……next to the stage door…yes you guessed it…the club in my dreams. Every bit, exactly as in my dreams. Now it had a name and real people working inside. Jojos is its name and the name of the people inside? Jesus knows every name and every person even before they were born. If it took an old ladies dream to tell them He loves them then that is what it will take. The power of prayer. I pray for you Jojo’s beautiful people.

I was so dumb struck that I could only tell Kimmie the next morning. The morning after having clutched my Bible to my heart throughout the night, wanting to squeeze the imprint of  Gods will on to my day. It was my last day in London. Time is up. I visited my dream and did nothing about it!
From here on I can truly say that I had nothing to do with the events that followed.
“Kimmie, I must go back to the club.”
I went through my emergency 911 kit; my travelling companion. Packed 2 small booklets with life saving verses and 2 salvation tracts that tell how to live eternally with the One who loves you more than any person can ever love you. On one salvation pamphlet I wrote:
Dear Ladies,
I once was in my twenties and worked here around the corner. Today I am 62 and visiting the past. You are the future. Please visit me on my blog  
I would love to get to know you.

So there I was standing in front of Jojos, armed with God’s word, small enough to slide through a slit in the door but big enough to love its occupants all the way in to a new creation with God forever.

My personal message to you Soho is not about what is wrong or what is right or who is what and why and when. My challenge to you is this: Go and read the Bible.  Take 2 years to read through the entire Bible. Start with the book of John in the New Testament.  Pull a chair out and ask Jesus to sit on it while you read and read and talk to Him. Read through the New testament first. Then read the New testament again while adding Old testament books with it. Read 1John’s books over and over. The ideal situation is if you and a friend start doing it at the same time (in your own individual quiet time). Then get together and discuss what you had read. If you have questions write to me at  I am not saying for one moment change anything in your life; all I am asking is that you read the Bible. God speaks today just as He did then.

God bless you.

“And we know that God causes everything to work together for good of those who love God and are called according to His purpose for them.” (Romans 8:28)
My most embarrassing moment in London.
I write red-faced, red-worded, red-penned full blown blushing embarrassment.
No I wont tell.
Ok, I will tell. 
Promise never to mention it again.
Ok here goes: I was caught with my pants down.
There, I said it. If you laugh I will delete it.
It was in the toilet for the disabled at Heathrow’s terminal 5 airport.
I might look funny but I am not disabled.

Nothing I could do would make my enormous suitcase and heavy hand luggage on the airport trolley fit through the door of an ordinary toilet. Instructions are clear never to leave your luggage unattended. Booking- in time was one hour away and the liquid hot chocolate time bomb I had consumed was set to go off any minute.

Could a country kick an able body out for using a disabled toilet?
Guilt verses a full bladder.
My aim for the big door toilet clashed with that of a bearded man. I saw him clearly. He was not disabled either. I catch a formula one turn with my trolley and change direction. Toilet engaged.

I do a funny pinch walk while convincing myself and my bladder that we can make it. That did not last long so I headed back for the disabled toilet.
The coast was clear.
In my eagerness to camouflage me and what I had I almost pulled the building down with a trolley that would not reverse or turn and clung to the side of the door like a stubborn child who did not want to go in there.
I made it.
I made it!
In relaxed privacy I inspected the surroundings and noted a big mirror on the one wall. Not flattering. No, not flattering.  My eyes went around the room. No, it would have gone around the room, when it was about to pass the door area the door flew open.

I locked eyes with the bearded man for what seemed to be an hour.
It was not a pretty sight.
That is me.
Oh toilet, flush me down.

My eyes were cast down when I left the area.
When my wild runaway thoughts  thought that he might be seated next to me on the plane to SA I finally burst out laughing.
There must be a funny side to this!
The people that hung out with me in England.

People hanging around in Gods throne room as a sweet smelling incense before God. Cool, isn’t it. That is what happens to my prayers; and these people are in my prayers. (See Revelations 5:8)  Gifted stepdaughters, daughter, Paulandwan (See Tunbridge Wells), beloved brother and wife and an 88 year old lady that could touch her toes.

Breakfast at Suzi’s  means shaking hands with the chicken that laid the breakfast egg.

 An adorable son with a karate belt and a hug to live for.

Then there is Christine, the star who created this blog for me; and much much more. And if you think she shines you should see her son Heath.

Tea at Swan Hotel Lavenham.
My beloved brother Dale and his wife Sonja. Memories:  A crooked house, money in my pocket and 

Mary, the fit 88 year old lady who runs a farm and touches her toes  before you can say wow.

Kim the daughter. Words could only mess things up. She had the umbilical cord reversed. I was on the receiving end. Big blessings.
Kimmie, holding Yolande and Pauls baby, Ewan. Our visit to Tunbridge Wells.

This summary is only the smell of a delicious meal I share with you readers. To my London hosts: Thank you. My cup runneth over.

August. 2011  See this: An unexpected blessing from an unknown person via an email remembering the past. (Unlike the one that said, "If Glenda Kemp can be saved, then anyone can be saved." Then again, maybe there is truth in both these emails.)
Thank you, Elaine.

Mrs. Kemp-Harper,
 Via one of those amazing Facebook connections that keep happening, I came across an old photo of you and people reminiscing about your role in SA society of the 1970s, and then this blog, and what you are doing with your life now.
I am Jewish, and as you might expect, I differ with you on some points, but I recognize the great love and passion that you bring to your writing, and you write very beautifully.  What I wanted to say is that I'm not at all surprised - as some people have been - by your deep faith.  We met in 1973, I think. I interviewed you for The Cape Times, on board a helicopter, as you headed off to entertain men working on a big project on the west coast.  The men on board left us in peace, keeping their distance from Oupa in his basket, and we had the most wonderful discussion.  I came with preconceptions about a striptease dancer, and you undid them all. You compared the wide-eyed enjoyment of the men in your audience with the kids in your classes, and you talked of sending them home eager to see their wives - and watching the show, that's just how it seemed.  I've never seen another stripper in action, but I doubt if many of them perform with as simple and open and good-hearted a spirit as you did.  If that movie you mentioned gets made, I hope that comes across. Clearly, the years have brought wisdom and new values, but it seems to me like a natural progression.
I'm still a journalist, living in New Jersey with my American and our laat-lammetjie 17-year-old son. I've met and written about many wonderful people over the years, but meeting you still stands out as one of the most enjoyable and mind-opening of my interviews.  I congratulate you on what you're doing - in all aspects of your life - and I wish you great ongoing success and satisfaction.
Elaine Durbach Norstein

World Methodist Conference STREET RALLY  (Sunday 7 August 2011)

World Methodist Conference

Disturbing. Accelerating. Spirit blowing.

At arrival my Jesus heart was hit with every hand that came down with meaning on those drums. The sight of those Christian banners glowing among hordes of Christian weakened my sight with tears. In spirit I was playing David and dancing vigorously with the vibe. I said in spirit.
Ingrid and I held on to a banner that uttered a real truth from my heart, “Thy word is a lamp unto my feel and a light on to my path.” We carried our banner like a shining Christ(mas) tree lamp.
I loved every Christian pushing in on me from all sides. Oh the joy of shared Jesusness!

The first  movement down the road cramped the stile of our feet but space became bigger as we moved.
Along the road, dilapidated buildings showed its occupants hanging out its windows and little balconies. I waved vigorously to the balconies bodies, praying that Jesus be their Romeo and them the Juliet’s.
Ingrid and I remembered the praises that go along with all the Old Testament marches. We said the Lords prayer. We sang songs, only interrupted every now and then when Jesus whispered in my eye to hand out a salvation pamphlet to a street onlooker.
I was shivering with salvation anticipation; the power released from thousands of Jesus children.

Then we came to a standstill; all the beautiful feet of those who are commissioned to take out God’s word.
The detailed, god gifted, work on the city hall is something to be drooled over, even without the spirit filled atmosphere. Now it just beamed in its showing off.

Sermon time. Speak Father, your servant is listening.
I hear politicians names uttered as if they were lots of Jesus’ who were crucified. I hear about lots of lamenting  for the suffering from the past. I hear lots about lamenting because of human cruelty. They lamented for apartheid, they lamented for the suffering that the gay people had to endure from those who would not accept their status. They lamented and lifted people on high. I stood there and listened to what sounded to me like a new age speech. Jesus being molded to fit in to our human desires. I was not deflated. I stood there , a granite statue. Sturdy as the City Hall. I clutched the “Thy word is a lamp…” and drilled my eyes on to the speaker. I saw him, I saw the blue sky above the outline of the building and I saw the moon hanging – just hanging in the day.

A presence came over me. I lamented. My lips murmured “no”, “no”, “no”. I lamented for every lost soul that did not have Jesus. There was nothing like this in his speech. I lamented. He spoke of a sushi (raw fish) age. People eating sushi off a naked woman’s body. I lamented and wanted God’s salvation love for those people. Those people go to the same hell as the good people sitting in church and they have not made Jesus ruler over their hearts, souls and life. I lamented because the Godless onlookers were opening their ears to hear what this clear voice was representing for this crowd, with their banners. But sadly, they walked away with which must have sounded like a political speech.

Then Jesus came and stood before me. I saw His back. His dress was shabby and slept in. The underpants worn over the warn tracksuit , displayed a big hole. A hole. In his hand he carried a home made walking stick which leaned on the ground. His entire appearance called for lamenting. The love of Jesus coming over me dressed this man in love. My hand pulled out a salvation pamphlet and I waited prayerfully. This man was listening to a ‘sermon’ that could have told him of the love of Jesus. He listened intently. Then he started to walk away. My hand shot out as I followed, two steps, I touched him. I stopped him. I looked in to his bearded face – my Jesus, how You love this man. I wanted to hug him but he was on his way. I rubbed the side of his shoulder while holding out a Jesus pamphlet to him. I told him God will bless him.  There was disgust and laughter from some of the crowd as he walked through. I hurt. My Jesus.

The Spirit of the Lord was over me.
I knew that at the hint of an opportunity I could shout out in a loud voice: “Lament for lost souls! Lament for those who do not know Jesus as their savior.” “Lament for our sins!”
Jesus does not safe people because they had suffered. He said we would have trials and tribulations.  He suffered so that we can override (in spite of) this suffering in to eternal life with Him. His suffering and deeds opened the way to God. That Jesus is our only claim to fame – His fame! Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Only Jesus. My Jesus. Make Him Your Jesus. Read all about it. It is in His word, the Bible! Read the book of John. Read the book of 1 John, then read Romans. Then read these books another ten times and then read the rest of the Bible. God save you!

·                                "We have seen man’s pride and parade. So much of it is the glory of bloodshed, conquest and war. Or the bright lights of entertainment. Those lights become dim. But when Jesus comes these hollow trappings will be cast aside. Pride will be stripped away. The true glory will come. The unbelieving wisdom of men which has deceived the nations will be seen as darkness. Jesus is Lord." REINHARD BONNKE

29 June 2011
All praise and honor and Glory to God! Happy day! Kim is now officially a speech therapist! We received her results on Wednesday 22 June 2011. She passed well. The end of 4 years of hard work and full time prayers. Graduation day on the 8th September. London, here we come!

                             Eliza and me (Kim's prayer warriors) and Kimmie in the centre.
                                                  Sandy, Rochelle, Kim and Nikki.
 Well done, Kimmie! Congratulations!                                     

Saturday 26 February 2011

When I saw the mixture in the sky this morning I forgot all about not going to wild dogs beach on a weekend and found myself in the centre of the beach rise. Jedi as usual found the centre of a crab. Anointing rain fell on both of us, but her being an animal without Gods breath in her knew nothing about the beauty covering us. I have yet to see a monkey say: "Look at that beautiful sunrise and check those shapes of the burst waves." How people can doubt God and Him creating us in His own image is beyond me. And to crown it all off we drove home with a rainbow in front of us from one end of the earth to the other. I stopped to capture it on camera but the camera must have found it all too much to record because some strange sign came up which I was unable to read. I will see what the camera says.

Sunday 27 February.
My Father owns the valley of a thousand hills.
I walk around with it wrapped cozily around my spirit.
I would never sell it for money.
It is the wrapping of a thousand sunrises.
Lord, when You reveal Yourself to me I am so rich (without money)
I make Solomon look poor.
My God will supply all my needs.

Friday 4 March
There I sit on the dune, looking at that sun and its whole anchorage. I put in to my heart as much as will fit in and the rest I wrap around me like a shawl on a cool night.
I do exactly the same with the Word.

1 March
Today I worshiped with my arms hanging lamely by my side: frozen and awe struck. Admiration of Your creation, Father.
If the people of the Bluff knew what was happening at sunrise we would have an exodus to the beach. They would sleep there overnight (like they do at the public hospitals) to be first in line to receive a number for Gods revelations.
8/03/2011                                                 The sky is not the limit!
The Cross       10/04/2011

I see things and it reminds me of the Word.
I read the Word and it reminds me of things.

The Word walks in my life. My life walks in the Word.
The Word is everywhere

Together we live.
I walk on the reflection of the sun.

“God has given us everything we need for living a godly life.
We have received all of this by coming to know Him.”
(2 Peter 1: 3)
11 March 2011
If Jesus has not lit the God candle in you, you might find my writings strange.
(The lighter is kept in John 3:3)
Hermie is coming to visit on Tuesday.
God arranged it. Steven paid the ticket and Joanie provided the pocket money.
Hermie is my sister. Joanie is my sister. Steven is my late sisters son.
The core of everything is explained in my book which is soon to be published.
Here follows an extract exposing Hermie’s sorrow. As seen by me.

“He reveals deep and mysterious things and knows what lies hidden in darkness.” (Daniel 2: 22)
When you are sixty and the youngest of 5 sisters you expect that Jesus could be nearing completion of preparing a place and ready to fetch one of you. Then when He came to fetch my second oldest sister Hermie’s only daughter and grand daughter in one go you feel the crash, the silence and the darkness.
It happened in the night. It was a car accident near Graaff Reinet. 9 January 2010. Two weeks before Hermie’s 70th birthday
It must have been a terrible crash and then a terrible silence and then a terrible darkness.
That darkness, cold and silent enfolded itself around all our sisters.
“The Lord does whatever pleases Him” Psalm 135: 6
“For everything serves Your plans” Psalm 119: 91
“The Lord has made heaven His throne, from there He rules everything.” Psalm 1o3: 19.
I don’t know what people do who don’t know God.
I can only tell you what happened as I see it. I can never go in to Hermie’s heart and experience it. All I could do was to cry together with her on the phone.
My letter to my daughter Kimmie can capture my first thought and prayers.
Good morning Kimmie,
I did not sleep much. I also thought of all the people in the Bible who lost their children. I know Jacob could not be consoled when he was told Joseph was dead. David fell to pieces when Absalom was killed, even though Absalom had tried to kill him. David also would not eat when his baby from Bathsheba was deadly ill. Job lost all his kids in one go. Mary thought she lost her Son Jesus. I don’t know why I am shocked that God let it happen.
My first prayer in every one of my diaries are “Let Your Will Be Done” (together with ‘let me love you and don’t let me leave You.) So this is Gods will. All I can do is watch my sister crumble as if acid was poured over her body and soul and I can do nothing to stop it.
 I can hope that God will have it in His will that Jesus fetches Hermie soon so that the pain will go away and she can be with the loving God who will explain everything to her (or wont have to because it wont matter then.) And she will see her beloved daughter and grand daughter and sister and husband, and all the mourning will turn to laughter and a joy that has not been experienced in this world.
I am on prayer duty in the church today. That is a hard one. For whatever request I will pray: God, you know what you have ordained in this day for this person. I thank You that You are in control and that You know what is best for us to prepare us for Your Kingdom. I will stand back and let Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
God said: “I will never leave you not forsake you.”
Jesus said: “I am with you always.”
Love you, Kimmie, my child, for now and for eternity. I thank God that you are His child.
Your Mom.

Kim’s reply:
Dear Mom,
Funny enough, we had a memorial service today for one of the congregation’s mother who passed away two years ago. So it was all about death and pain and then life and resurrection. We also sang “I have a friend in Jesus”.
The one thing that really stuck out was the verse in Romans 8: 18, “I consider what we suffer at this present time cannot be compared at all with the glory that is going to be revealed to us” and I thought of aunty Hermie and all her suffering, but the joy of knowing her child is with Jesus and soon she will be with Jesus and the suffering will be turned to joy multiplied by millions. Hope is so important and we can pray that aunty Hermie will be blessed and comforted and continue to do the work God has prepared for her, because the work of her daughter is finished now. Jesus said he will comfort those who mourn.
Love you
Hi Kimmie,
I phoned Hermie and it was such an uplifting talk.  I told her about your sermon and she was happy.  I truly see what God can do in a life.  I underestimated God and I apologized to Him.  We talked about the things you said and God’s plans and the blessed assurance of his care and we even laughed. Her son and daughter in law will be here from America next week.  They also love the Lord and there is so much love. Hermie tells me her church had a special service and the minister asked for silence to hold Hermie up in prayer. She said she felt her spirit move at that time. It strengthened my faith in prayer. The power is there where it is needed.
My Bible reading at this time is Leviticus 10. Aaron lost both his sons in one go. Just like Hermie. Aaron was silent. God told him the family could mourn by tearing their clothes and not combing their hair but he was not allowed to mourn as he was anointed. My heart cried for him. The whole 10 is so sad. It just goes to show Gods absolute holiness.  I thought of Hermie who is such an example for Jesus. She is comforting those who come to comfort her. Christians seem to mourn in a different way. It is because we know that life with Jesus here continues in to eternity after the death of the body."
                                          Christmas 2010       Joan, Glenda, Linda and Hermie.
                                               Steven (My late sister Jean's son)
Thank you Steven. Thank you Joanie. Love you.
What does a lovely lettuce head have to do with the Bible?
Plenty; when the sneaky rot nestled in between the crispy leaves reads like a verse out the Bible.

“But their evil intentions will be exposed when the light shines on them, for the light makes everything visible.” (Ephesians 5:13,14)

“Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me, and know my anxieties;
And see if there is any wicked way in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.” (Psalm 139: 23, 24)

I tear out the rot from the lettuce.

"My suffering was good for me, for it taught me to pay attention to Your decrees.
You disciplined me because I need it.
Now let your unfailing love comfort me, just as You promised me. (Psalm 119: 71; 75, 76)
21 March 2011


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Glenda Kemp the snake dancerof the seventies: To find out where I come from and who I was click 'about' tab. To know more about my life now read this diary.. To know about the book that is soon to be published on my life, click the 'Book' tab.
Latest updates:
New Year challenge! I dare you! (Go to the Home' tab on this blog. (1 January 2012)
YOU MUST SEE THIS! A new video on 'My Dog' . Dog versus Crab. Blow for blow, roll for roll, pinch for pinch. (Not for sensitive viewers.) 30/12/2011
'Book': Walking the streets of London in my underwear. 29 Dec 2011 (The book has regular updates.2012)
Book tab: *snake. Dead or alive; the show must go on. *Miraculous protection. *London: my first day at work. 26 Dec. 2011
Christmas 2011 Baby Jesus 24Dec. 2011
lonely Christmas Christians; this is for you. Go to 'more' 22/12/2011
'My Dog' (A dog is a dog is a dog) 7/12/2011
Treasure photo - 12/7/2012  What every Christian should know: Life Study Outline