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Speak to Yourself

November 28, 2020

Thus Spake the Prophet-

Speak to Yourself

I am no longer called, Forsaken or Desolate. My new names are Hepbzibah (my delight is in her) and Beulah (married). He delights in me and I am married to Him (Isaiah 62:4)!

11/24 was nippy, a coolish evening. Dusk was settling into night, twilight falling so fast, time for the lights of the rose garden to be switched on. The path to the rose garden is reminiscent of the rose garden of the catholic school – St. Raphaels – where I once taught, I felt so warm inside thinking of her, mother superior and my first principal I taught under. She was one of the best guidance superintendents I ever had. She had an enormous faith in me as a young teacher. I broke with all tradition and went to pray in that catholic rose garden every morning just before the school bell rang, if my father could see me now, I often thought and smiled to myself. You are a big girl now, teacher and all, not even 21 years old, not even, but a big girl now, speaking to her Lord while the dew is still on the roses. I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses, – one of my favourite hymns. The gardner of the rose garden would often pick a rose for the table in my classroom, I think it is the best classroom i ever had. The floors were laid out in wood, the benches and of course all the tiny tables, the cupboards and the chairs were all wood-yellow. I remember how sweet it felt breaking with tradition to say prayers and break bread with my class of a 100 popping eyes provided through the well-organised and sweetly orchestrated and dignified feeding scheme of Mother Superior, yes superior also in every teaching methodology under the sun at the time. And here I have a rose garde, almost just the same as St. Raphaels. Hush, the garden belongs to my daughter, but all the same. I came inside, snugged into my thin wooly tight fitting snug hoody, feeling pleased inside I switched on the TV, to listen to some gospel music, and afterwards –

The Prophet Spake-

Speak to Yourself “-

he said. A different healing message and service, I haven’t heard and seen before, simple and profound for healing ministry captured though TV broadcasting. I’ve watched healing services through satellite before. The pastor was distinctly different in his message I found, for me. He is called prophet and engages in ministry from a little town in the Orange Free State Province, a place called WELKOM – Welcome. I had no time for travel because my hearts desire in that moment was to search for “speak to yourself” scripture, so I switched off the TV and turned on the music.

Speak to Yourself

The Lord God awakens me every morning to fellowship with Him, and He opens my ears to hear as the learned (Isaiah 50:4).

With my country on my mind, and all that is going on.

Sunset and Sunrise clauses,
long protracted struggle,
harnessed in
communities,
trade unions – supported by
banned political parties,
a leadership in exile-
Independence ?
She negotiated a settlement
and chose democracy.
Four fighter jets escorted the sheperd boy, tender
Of flocks, home, Rolihlahla Nelson Mandela
born 18 July 1918, -son of Gadla Henry Mphakanyiswa (father)-
into the Madiba clan in the village of Mvezo, is at peace. He is home.

Speak to Yourself

I speak God’s word and it does not return to Him void. His word accomplishes what He pleases and it prospers in the thing for which He sends it (Isaiah 55:11).

500 years of institutional democracy
and memory – long road to freedom, –
countries and regions are old
and ancient in the ways of republics and democracy.

Speak to Yourself

I am a crown of glory and a royal diadem in the hand of the LORD (Isaiah 62:3).

The Republic of South Africa
Still so young, 26 years old crawling along
with her building blocks.
Long-standing presidents, leaders for life,
old systems are an anathema for her.
Thabo Mvuyelwa Mbeki, native Xhosa speaker and poet , born 18 June 1942 second president of South Africa – Govan, his dad, named him Thabo, after his old close friend Thabo Mofutsanyana, – is retired and writing books. The only president I personally met, a plotted coincidence.

I love my country, I love my people, I am in awe of my community that grew me, I respect the Office of the Presidency. In Africa we are learning to walk in that way, reverently, recognising all our strength and engaging our stamina for a better life for all.

Speak to Yourself

I look out not only for my own interests but also for the interests of others (Philippians 2:4).

26 years young, still a bud
building democracy,
sustaining institutional memory,
her still fragile and fragmented nation has come to know four elected presidents.
This is a good and commendable Mzansi. Five- hundred years is a long walk to freedom.

Speak to Yourself

I am being strengthened with all power according to His might. I have great endurance and patience (Colossians 1:11 NIV).

Jacob Gedleyihlekisa Mhlanganyelwa Zuma served as the fourth President of South Africa from the 2009 general election until his resignation on 14 February 2018. Former President Zuma is currently facing the Zondo Commission of Inquiry regarding charges of state capture. There people behind him and supporting him. They are called the “Friends of Jacob Zuma”. Msholozi’s presidency like Trump’s was spicey and raunchy. As I speak, he is held in high regard by almost half of the ANC. Many churches support him, he has an aura of the celebrity president and a charisma that surrounds him. JZ always gave the nation something to talk about, hot, hot, drop it like its hot, he would sing and dance. He had his own unique frequency and the crowd with the same frequency followed him, a president they thought would make us all happy, There is so much stress upon him now. Am I sad? Yes I am. At this age I wished and would prefer a peaceful and settled retirement for him, but now there are so many letters to burn.

Speak to Yourself

God has not given me a spirit of fear. He gives me power, love, and self-discipline (2 Timothy 1:7 ESV).

Born: 17 November 1952, Matamela Cyril Ramaphosa is the current President of South Africa since 2018 and President of the African National Congress since 2017. A former trade unionist – nobody yet to match his record- turned billionaire. Why not? Did anyone see that coming from the rejected son, a man who learned to broker labour deals with the toughest bosses in numerous industries. He honed his skills, learned how to go into battle with the steel of men and held the state in ransom. If we didn’t see the billionaire in the making, then surely we are blind. Now it feels like our president is facing a bleak december and Christmas ahead. On December 3, parliament will be debating a motion of no confidence in the president.

Speak to Yourself

Romans 12:19, KJV: “Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.”

Speak to Yourself

“You were born into a state of grace. It is impossible for you to leave it. You will die in a state of grace whether or not special words are spoken for you, or water or oil is poured upon your head. You share this blessing with the animals and all other living things. You cannot fall out of grace, nor can it be taken from you. You can ignore it. You can hold beliefs that blind you to its existence. You will still be graced but unable to perceive you own uniqueness and integrity, and blind also to other attributes with which you are automatically gifted.”
― Jane Roberts

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