I woke up feeling a bit nostalgic. Of those days. Something was pushing me to play Buhoro Buhoro, Kigoma, Next to You … songs from the days when my routine meant catching a Nyamirambo minibus at 7 a.m., the ones with graffiti of celebrities splashed across the sides. My favorite was the bus with T-Bag from Prison Break. That show was a hit back then, and those were exactly my kind of movies. Every evening after school I’d rush home, change out of my uniform into a T-shirt and

We recently moved into our house, and each day it’s becoming a little more like home. Not through perfect décor or finished corners, but through the small, lived-in moments — the laughter, the mess, the love that settles quietly between us.

A reflection on how reading evolved from a childhood escape into a lifelong companion — one that heals, teaches, and connects me to the world.

The beautiful, fictionalized true story of Joy Davidman, poet, mother, seeker of truth, and her unlikely, life-changing romance with C.S. Lewis. Through letters, faith, courage, and heartbreak, Joy discovers love that transforms her soul.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my friendships lately—how they’ve shifted, stretched, and sometimes quietly faded in this season of adulthood. I'm reminded of the kind of intentional, deep-rooted friendships I long to nurture—and the quiet work it takes to build them.

You don’t need to have a perfect quiet time to be in God’s presence. You just need a willing heart. As you listen to these songs, let them draw you to the feet of Jesus — the safest, stillest place of all.

In a world that never stops demanding, Joanna Weaver’s Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World offers a gentle but revolutionary reminder: sitting at Jesus’ feet is not a waste of time—it’s the secret to a soul at peace.

Whether it’s five minutes in the morning or a whispered prayer while washing dishes, we can all choose the better part — again and again. Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World isn’t just a book; it’s a beckoning. One I’m so grateful I finally answered.

As I step into Chapter Three, I do so with a heart full of gratitude for the journey so far, and with faith for the road ahead. I will no longer wait for a special occasion to live fully. I will wear my favorite perfume on ordinary days, and show up with kindness, courage, and joy. Because life isn't just about milestones—it's about moments. And I intend to savor every one of them.

Clarity, not more data, is our true superpower. From AI to nationalism, and from fake news to personal resilience, this book is a must-read for anyone trying to make sense of the world today.

"When upon life’s billows you are tempest-tossed..." Oyewole’s voice was warm honey, rich and steady, wrapping around the old hymn like a promise. By the time he reached the chorus, my breath came easier.. "Count your blessings, name them one by one..." I played it again. And again.

She knows my wildest dreams not because I've told her, but because she's the safe space where they unfurl naturally..

March felt like music. One moment, I was in a room full of women lifting their voices in worship, then I was hanging birthday balloons

The words hit differently—like a whispered prayer, like a plea wrapped in melody. I hadn’t heard Tugumane before, but as...

"I have some books I’ve been reading and loved," she said casually in the middle of our conversation. "How about I get you copies…

"More than you love me." His words had been simple, almost teasing. I had asked him how much he loved me…

Make yourself at home, pour a warm cup of tea, and let’s embrace this year together.

Thank you for being part of this journey—your engagement has made this year unforgettable. Here’s to more stories, growth, and joy...

As we navigate life’s ups and downs, we can rest assured that He is faithful to carry our burdens, meet our needs, and fill our hearts with

A reflection from verses I read last week that encourage us to focus on what is good, seek peace and unity with others, walk in freedom,..