Fighting for Your Future


When I hear the word “Future,” the first thing that runs through my mind is the classic Scripture verse…

“For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a FUTURE.”

On top of such an incredible promise like that, our Heavenly Father also loves to give us specific direction concerning our lives and destinies. Perhaps you’ve had a prophetic word about a spectacular future that He’s laid out for you. Or perhaps He’s spoken purpose and destiny to you through dreams and visions.

Either way, God has incredible plans for your future!

But did you also know that we all have to FIGHT FOR OUR FUTURE? Purpose and destiny don’t just happen. Quite often, they take hard work and discipline, and the tenacity to fight, fight, fight.     Read more

Fear is a Bully (plus a bonus video)

// OK, so can I be honest? This word—SAFE—has been much harder to write about than I expected.

Not because I don’t also desire with all my heart to be safe, stay safe, and keep my kids safe, but for a long time, safety was my god.

I mean, SAFETY was my god!

I’m ashamed to actually write that; it looks even more stupid written in black and white. How can a mature, intelligent woman of God even admit that?

But it’s true. I didn’t want to do ANYTHING that would put us in danger… even if it was God doing the asking. “Move to South Africa? Are you crazy?”

Why was I so desperate to live a small, SAFE existence? It’s simple…


That’s why. Fear was my constant companion and daily tormentor.

  • Fear that one of my children would get hurt, or kidnapped, or killed.
  • Fear of a car crash, plane crash, or swimming accident.
  • Fear of spiders, snakes, sharks, or robbers.
  • Fear that the economy would collapse and leave us financially ruined.
  • Fear that cancer would knock on our door and take one of us away.
  • Fear of loneliness.
  • Fear of burnout.
  • Or worse yet, fear of insignificance.

But the truth is… I had fear because I didn’t REALLY understand WHO I WAS or WHO MY FATHER WAS. 

1 John 4:18 says,

Perfect Love Casts Out All Fear.

What does that mean? Well, I think it means that ‘perfect love casts out all fear.’ (duhhh)//

When we truly understand how kind and generous, strong and powerful God is, the ‘little’ things we fear lose their grip on our minds and hearts.

When a child understands that their dad is WAAAAAAY bigger than the bully down the street, they lose their fear of that bully.

Yes, Fear is a bully.

Fear was my bully, but fear has been gradually losing its grip on my life a little bit each day for the last ten years.

Because when the bigness of my God overwhelms the fearful thoughts in my mind, then I can truly understand that


Fear is a bully, but our Father is bigger than that bully. And in HIM, we are perfectly SAFE! Click To Tweet


All morning, as I’ve been meditating on this word ‘Safe,’ and wondering why it’s so difficult to organize my thoughts about it, the lyrics from the song “Oceans” have been playing over and over through my mind.

Sing the bridge with me…

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders

Let me walk upon the water

Wherever You would call me

Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander

And my faith will be made stronger

In the presence of my Saviour

Enjoy! (my favourite part is around 5:10 mark)

Only in this place of His Presence will we find ourselves perfectly SAFE!

Thank You, Father!


Every Friday, I join an inspiring group of writers to write for FIVE MINUTES on a one-word prompt. No editing. No revising. Just WRITE. This week, the prompt word was SAFE.

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For more information on Five Minute Friday, check out Kate Motaung’s site!

Anniversary of a Christmas Miracle

It was exactly one year today when God saved the life of our son, David! Those who know us will recall the events surrounding last Christmas. What started as a family holiday in sunny South Africa quickly turned into a nightmare.

Join me for a moment as we praise God for His miraculous intervention in the Blaak family! These are the events as they happened…


The ceiling stared back at me in silent horror. Afraid to sleep, afraid to speak, barely able to breathe.

“Why doesn’t the phone ring? What is taking so long?”

It was a parent’s worst nightmare. Unexplainable illness, uncontrollable vomiting, unconscious child. As the seconds painfully tick by, we lay there, fully clothed, bags packed, ready to jump into the car as soon as the insurance company says “go.” 10pm… 11pm… 12am… 1am… 2am… It was enough to drive anyone stark raving mad.

“Oh God, help! Save our boy! Please, Jesus! Don’t let him die.”

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