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Faith says, “Paste it, Daddy!”

I must admit that my heart is not as healthy as I’d like it to be. No, I’m not speaking about cardiac health. I’m talking about SOUL health.

Have you ever gotten to the place where you know that you should pray… you need to pray… you MUST pray… but unbelief creeps in and steals your confidence? And you secretly realize that it’s easier to expect the worst so that you won’t be disappointed again?

Proverbs 13:12 says it this way, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick.”

That’s how I’ve been feeling this week. But where did that come from? I’ve never been a skeptical person. I’m a glass-half-full kind of person.      Read more

This same power lives in you

This Same Power Lives In You

// “I’m afraid I might have postpartum depression… incapable of managing my life… impossible just to take care of myself… I sometimes wonder if my brain works… emotionally, I’m a mess… so dry, feel empty.”

These are words spoken this week from a precious young mommy who is utterly exhausted and desperately trying to keep it together. A cry for help in a place of great emptiness.

How many of us can relate?

I know I can. I remember seasons in my life where sleep deprivation and absolute exhaustion made me feel as though I was losing my mind. I get it.

But it’s not just baby-season that causes these familiar feelings.    Read more

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…

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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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