Author: The Faithful Steward
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What makes me Laugh?
What makes you laugh? I wish I had a clear answer. Not the kind you give quickly like a favorite joke or a comedy show.The truth is, I don’t always remember what makes me laugh. And somehow… that makes me smile a little. I’ve noticed something about myself though. I laugh in awkward moments.When a…
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Palm Sunday: The Turning of Voices
They shouted Hosanna, not in whispers.Not in hesitation.But with full voicewith hope rising like a tide in their chests. “Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!” Palm branches fell at His feet,like offerings from hearts that believedthis was finally the moment…The King had come. But the road He chose…was not the…
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At The King’s Table: We like Mephibosheth…
“Do not fear, for I will surely show you kindness for Jonathan your father’s sake…” 2 Samuel 9:7 Like Mephibosheth, we are lame in both legs. Not always visibly, not always physically, but deeply aware of our limitations. There are places we cannot go, battles we cannot fight, standards we cannot meet. Life has marked…
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The Lily of the Valley
“I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.” Song of Songs 2:1 There is something deeply humbling about the lily of the valley. It does not grow in places of prominence. It is not found standing tall in open fields, demanding attention. Instead, it blooms quietly in the low places in…
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Autumn
There is something about autumn that feels like a quiet sermon. Not loud.Not urgent.Not demanding attention. Just… deeply, undeniably true. The trees do not panic when the leaves begin to fall. They do not cling, negotiate, or resist. They release, gracefully, almost reverently, as if they understand something we are still learning: that letting go…
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The Return of a Writer’s Voice
There was a time when writing felt like breathing. Effortless. Playful. Alive. Words came without permission, without structure, without the heavy hand of expectation. They spilled onto the page like laughter, free, unfiltered, full of wonder. You didn’t think about voice back then… You simply had one. Then life happened. Years passed.Responsibilities grew.Seasons changed. And…
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Steward
What is onethe word that describes you? Steward. A word that humbles me more than it elevates me. Because stewardship is not about ownership it is about responsibility. It is about recognising that everything I carry my gifts, my voice, my space, my faith has been entrusted to me. So I choose to be intentional.To…
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The Valley of Academic Humility
It begins as a spark…a neat idea, well-dressed in confidence,introduced boldly in a proposal defense that whispers,“I know what I’m doing.” But that is the last time such innocence exists. Soon, it sheds its skin.The clarity dissolves into questions,questions into confusion,and confusion into late nights staring at a blinking cursorthat seems to mock your very…
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Safari Rally, Nostalgia, and the Magic of Kenya
There are certain memories that belong to a place so deeply that even years away cannot erase them. For many of us who grew up in Kenya, Easter had a soundtrack: the roar of engines, the crackle of rally commentary on the radio, and the dust trails of rally cars battling the rugged Kenyan terrain…
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Car or Train?
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike? If I am going on a cross-country trip, the mode of transport will be greatly influenced by two things, one with whom and two terrain. If I am travelling with a romantic partner, a car will be my choice, that way we get…
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