Saturdays
are made of these… paper egg cartons and paint for caterpillars 😌
A friend today shared with me how different I seem- and I replied in turn, that I feel alive, un-wilted, since returning to Singapore, Australia and UK. Being away from Africa gave me perspective in returning, and just as how water has been returned to our home, I feel it’s been restored to my soul, too.
On another note… Listening to Father Figure in “The Life of a Showgirl” (taylor swift’s new album) is chilling — especially in the context of church.
It’s a haunting mirror of what happens when spiritual mentorship goes wrong.
It’s everywhere.
Don’t be too quick to call someone your “spiritual father.”
And keep your antennae up if someone is too quick to call you their protégé.
Reality check — this dynamic was never in the Bible.
(And yes — I know this song is labelled explicit. But sometimes art reveals what polite conversations refuse to. If we can’t face the darkness, we can’t bring light to it.)